I look around, i feel the trance a gigant clockwork made of human mass encapsulation of critical thoughts Switch your activities on, switch your mind off
you may do what they want you may see what they say you may not move your way
this is a kind of a trance this is a kind of regress This is the way to give more and to have less
I look around and wonder why we're going faster to decline We take hi-tech but get low life Consuming more - don't satisfy
Why we do what we do? When do we realize? Who will shout first Enough?
Why don't I see the way ? Why doubts obscure my mind? Why don't we differ wrong and right?
I want to know this all!
I look inside and don't know why I find my aims not really mine It's like a hypnosis, a trance external tune of consciousness
What aims are really mine? What way I try to find? Or is it just a compromise?
How many doubts in our ways? Who put this doubts in our heads? Can we take all this doubts away?