Lost in principles
Lost in discipline
Lost in trained decisions
In forbidden feels
I feel like a puppet
Of a growing decadence
I don't want to be a hero
For a fucking moment
And the truth remains unspoken
In a sentence of lies
The influence will be broken
In an uninspired life
Lost in advised opinions
Lost in fixed hopes
How to fight a revolution
With monologues
People changing ideas
Into monuments
Pressed in slogans that no one understands
Lost in idols
Lost in fantasies
Lost in perfect bodies and in simple melodies
And the truth remains unspoken
In a sentence of lies
The influence will be broken
In an uninspired life