Eyes keep fixed on the horizon
Missing the distant Sun at dawn
And light of fire burns inside you own
Not from heaven, not from hell
Just for your needs and from yourself
A red and bloody face passively cries
Because of everyday enemy slaps
Two thousand years of slavery
Living in the sacred misery
The free dreams are sins, becoming real when all years go by
Ground hears the screaming knees
Where a stricken body lies
Ill ilusion of your soul you feed with meat
Of yourself, with a stone of your temple
Where live your snakes, your daimons, simply you!
Practice what you preach!
Become what you are!
Do everything you want, because all belongs the Law!
Your simple thoughts, your body and rocks in roll
Are one, since the beginning until the end of aeons
You’re not a saint, not even your human master
You sacrifice your life, dying for pure human fable
For an old piece of gold, sold by common mortals
That fight to prove which really shines
Someday you may see, that are parts of the same mine
Nothing here is certain, but the mine of shadows
Where we used to search a better place
While your knees can’t leave the ground you used to love
This utopia is a promise, that kill the hopes of changing our own world
Get out of personal purgatory, you can be a god, even not being a saint
Comodism twists your mind, rules spit on your steps
Inside you lives a beast so human, release it with no guilty
Everyone has its star with own light, having independent rays
The illusion is not an enemy, we can’t slay with blade
Our personal demons should be trained, and never exorcised
Practice what you preach!
Become what you are!
Do everything you want, because all belongs the Law!
Your simple thoughts, your body and rocks in roll
Are one, since the beginning until the end of aeons
The wish is yours, not of others, not of society nor of media
Look deeply at the dimensions of your complex psyche
Know it, but don’t abolish the sense of coletivity
The present passes, the future comes, just live it, with reason
The count of time makes no sense, it’s a way of prision
Destroy your external maps of nowhere
Build up your conscience fortress
Support yourself on real, and not on evasive trues
Hammer smashes the divine rules made of stone
For the nowadays law for the orphans made of flesh
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