The Prision

We've been brought up in an omnipresent prison
Day after day it grows, it lures us, it seduces, it
comforts us
Nevertheless we keep on going blindly
Believing that things came to be exactly as it told us
(tells us)
Our mother, the same one who taught us what's right or
wrong.

This prison called culture
Is the burden of our so called modern civilization

Our mother, the same one who taught us what's right or
wrong
The same one who presented us its myths and rites
The very same who brings us lethargy until we awake
The culture of maximum damage that purged the
unfaithful
The worthless and obtuse ones

That annihilated tribes and races that were "terribly
subalterns"
The one that deprived us from happenings and facts
Genocides that were intelligently hidden by the
official history
It's hard to get free from its bars, its
entanglements
When it whispers its truths since birth

Now is the time to awake
To go beyond our culture
To go beyond this world
To go beyond civilization
And to live by our own way
There's not only one way of thinking
There's not only one way of acting
There's not only one way of living