Facts! Figures! Values!
Reality chosen by voting.
Exceptions are met with malice
Psychology of the rotting!

My will, my faith!
They don’t need your permission!
My life, my way! My knowledge!
Are not
Under supervision
In Your cage!

Not to be disappointed imagine something good,
That is real to reach, discover and gain.
Only you’re the creator of all that you should
Place as a sense consider as an aim.

No facts! No figures! No values!
Only interpretations!
When exceptions are met with malice
Religion of the emaciated!

My will, my faith!
They don’t need your permission!
My dream, my way! My knowledge!
Are not
Under supervision
Of logic!

Life after life!
Lie after lie!
Wishful thinking!

Let it be the way it is, chaos doesn’t need rules.
But you want to tame it placing chaos in art.
While the nature is wild you‘ve just mixed up two roles:
Of your life unpredicted and the music so smart.

I know nothing for sure…

I just know that the next spoken word of mine ‘s Hate,
As I wrote it one day giving birth to this song.
When discover something, don’t generalize! Wait!
Til you see boundlessness, ‘til all prejudice ‘re gone.

Facts! Figures! Normality!
Uncertainty scars – it’s blinking!
The knowledge light draws reality,
Preferring wishful thinking!

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