Echopraxia

Surrounded by clones of themselves
An archetype that has built them all
There are rules to be human
Rules to be part of this
(Rules to be human, rules to be part of this)
We are locked in a cage of morals
Of submission and habituation

Why do we stand every morning?
Why do we put so much effort
To obtain what is futile,
And not what remains?
We’ve been victims of an illusion
That makes us reject enlightenment

We don’t know how to build ourselves
We’ve been given models and nothing else
To see and repeat, and to live
To accept, to prepare to die with

Constant plagiary
Constant plagiary
Constant plagiary
Constant plagiary
To conceive your mind
To conceive my mind
To conceive your mind
To conceive yourself

Why do we stand every morning?
Why do we put so much effort
To obtain what is futile,
And not what remains?
Oh, this fatal error
We’ve been victims of an illusion
That makes us reject enlightenment