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In front of our eyes, around the infinite
In this habitat that wants to frame you
Hypnotism on TV, how to talk?
How to dress? How should I be?
In our own mind, in our self
Following dictated words, choking words
Written laws by closed eyes
How to live? How should I be?
Then we run alone
But never got away
Always in despair
Chaos is today