Souls crying for distance
Arms around knees
Ignorantly living in fantasy

Sitting in their terrible pain

Suffering in misery

Cheerful about everything
Shivering in knowing
They are disappearing


Since human beings
Have sung their first sad song

Hoping to develop an idea
Although it crawled into the ground


Growing roots into the minds
And the good was born
Like a parasitical worm

And slowly it has eaten
The sprout of freedom


Breaking down proposition
Forgetting the past
Not knowing the future

But trusting the present

Growing roots into the minds

And the good was born
Like a parasitical worm
And slowly it has eaten

The sprout of freedom