Our Nature

We walk through the world writing our names in the dust
Creating images just to fulfill our souls, we're craving

Misery is from our nature, and everything we do is share it with each other
It is the path that will lead us to fall, and then we'll wonder
What was all that for?

All in all, we're always using our freedom as a pretext to imprison ourselves
We say what you have to hear, what you have to seek, who you have to be, what you have to watch, who you have to love
And adore

Don't blame us, it's from our nature
We want your happiness, but in our way
Someday we'll realize how far we are to denominate ourselves a society

What could I expect from a world where people pretend to have nothing to offer?
Where contempt is natural and values are superficial
Such a world like this cannot be called home for me
Such a world like this
Doesn't have a place for me
Such a world like this
It Doesn't have a place for me