There's a sun outside
It's a wonderful day

But for many people
It's not more than
A simple sunny day
Because they don't see

Who are controled
Controled by the big system
They don't see
They only exist
The phenomenon happens

Colors are mixed up
The nature rebels itself
And they continued there
Working for someone

We are in the present
Even thought it was our future
Whitch belongs to the plans in the past

An authentic endless cycle
With all that exist
Why are we get used to this?

With this crowed of addicted
Why don't we really wake up?
Or is this to be awaked?

And then i...