It’s a path of no return
The blindness dominates us
We feel weak
Inferior, submissive
They teach us to believe we are creatures
That they know my steps
That they’re observing every deed
Although they also say to me
I am the lord of my destiny
That I am free to do everything

Should we really believe in the dazzling?
In what has never been proved?
In the abstract?

We are separated by two opposite hands
With one we deposit our hope
With the other one our independence is taken
Are we giving rope to hang ourselves?

I belong to a body which is not mine
A body made by many people
Cause I think of the same as them
I ask no questions
But I answer what I hear

I shelter in the strength of my group
My fate traced in crisp lines
In the face of an abyss
Showered with fear

Giving rope to hang ourselves

He is eternal, perfect
He is omission, I am not
And in my short journey
I reason to find myself