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