What's wrong, what's right You can't define what's good, what's not You have to hide all your feelings Having opinions can be your worst enemy
You will respond without asking You will behave as predicted Being a rebel, and it's the purgatory
It's what you eat, it's what you wear Look around you, it's everywhere In every action, in every move A vague impression, having the right to choose
Like a seed, it will grow In your head, it will glow
You wear the freedom while a child is working You taste a kingdom while the trees are falling Loud voice and clear messages The demons are so creative
There is a little matrix in everyone