I'm stuck with the meaning
of what really life is
a daily routine or a forsed dirty habit
I'm so sick of the templates
and world they present me
belive I've got so much
but still I have nothing
and I hate this comfort that I'm supposed to feel
it fills my mind with million digits
and keeps me focused on what i need
it keeps me struggling to survive
as long as I don't lose my mind
they never seem be quite right
for not one
chance of revolution inside this heart
so this is our world
we were born to suit the system

INVIA LE CORREZIONI