I look around, i feel the trance
a gigant clockwork made of human mass
encapsulation of critical thoughts
Switch your activities on, switch your mind off
you may do what they want
you may see what they say
you may not move your way
this is a kind of a trance
this is a kind of regress
This is the way to give more and to have less
I look around and wonder why
we're going faster to decline
We take hi-tech but get low life
Consuming more - don't satisfy
Why we do what we do?
When do we realize?
Who will shout first Enough?
Why don't I see the way ?
Why doubts obscure my mind?
Why don't we differ wrong and right?
I want to know this all!
I look inside and don't know why
I find my aims not really mine
It's like a hypnosis, a trance
external tune of consciousness
What aims are really mine?
What way I try to find?
Or is it just a compromise?
How many doubts in our ways?
Who put this doubts in our heads?
Can we take all this doubts away?
I Want
To find out
Why my world drowns in doubt
I want
to find out
why my world drives me out
To win - to loose
no matter what I'll choose
I want
Just to find out
That's what is all about
