Conformity, the agony of freedom. An epidemic eats our worlds. I know your 

eyes will be to weak to see the way to walk. Not able to live the single 

moment. Your skin is far to cold to feel a kiss. Feeling numb to all this 

suffering. Where is the place we use to hide? Will it be enough to tell you 

about the freedom you could have. About the stars, the green, the happiness, 

about the soulless slaves you're following. Will this be wnough to overcome 

the mechanism, that keeps you away from our hands they will never suffocate 

this fire. They will never extinguish my flame. I won't let you fall from my 

hands. I'll fight until the end, I promise. It burns within!