We walk through the world writing our names in the dust
Creating images just to fulfill our souls, we're craving
Misery is from our nature, and everything we do is share it with each other
It is the path that will lead us to fall, and then we'll wonder, what was all that for?

All in all, we're always using our freedom as a pretext to imprison ourselves
We say what you have to hear, what you have to seek, who you have to be
What you have to watch, who you have to love and adore
Don't blame us, it's from our nature, we want your happiness, but in our way
Someday we'll realize how far we are to denominate ourselves a society

What could I expect from a world wher
People pretend to have nothing to offer?
Where contempt is natural and values are superficial
Such a world like this cannot be called home for me
(Such a world like this) doesn't have a place for me
It doesn't have a place for me