Enslaved in a life that was projected to us
And the prosperity each one's safe zone provides
A basic survival pack in a rough world
Stinks from the depths of the head that moves it
Our blinkers are
Armed with our fears
Killing our will
To break the shackles
We will never
Recognize our needs
We will never
Live by our own will
Still we can't admit we are unsatisfied
Hiding the sadness behind a fake smile
Keeping the attachment to the rotten tree
Molding together and support the sickness
Our blinkers are
Armed with our fears
Killing our will
To break the shackles
We will never
Recognize our needs
We will never
Live by our own will