Giving up with those lives which are not yours. Sleeping on the top of reality, we drunk so many lies that tasted like truth that we can't blindly walk behind you. In the garden of delights we dance like fools, scratching our minds, smashing our dreams but looking for peace. Are we really what we're meant to be? We are not puppets of peace that serve you. Violence, hate and fear are what we are made of. The dread of you is our neverending tragedy.