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Put into this mess, the disadvantage
of liberty, where’s my advice, my directive?
Which path to take, I’m dwelling in this dungeon,
Filled with personal shadows, voices whispering.

Put into this mess, the disadvantage
of willing, is it really my directive?
Which path to take, I’m dwelling in this dungeon,
Filled with personal shadows, voices whispering.

Directive of cruelty, social paths.
Directive of cruelty, black and white.

Individualism is just an illusion,
Living in pre-fixed drawers,
Can’t get’em unlocked from the inside
to explore the exterior from my outside.

Directive of cruelty, social paths.
Directive of cruelty, black and white.

Utter confusion
will be defeated
by routine.
Leaving phantasies behind,
live the commandments
of consolidation,
for they are not yours.

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