A vanity rises in the middle of our motion With ever-changing colours of illusive existential components Unfictitious presence, scars and withdrawal, Leaving us to wonder... I want to see, but my eyes are blind Should I seek for a guidance of my life? Beyond a flock of confusion I ask for a return to original form Without any agreement or concensus Determination has already been chosen Free us from a process of decadence Free us from a procession to our graves Back to the state where things just started Back to the place where I belong I want to see, but my eyes are blind Should I seek for a guidance of my life?