Trough times, throughout the millenniums 

With the birth, of thoughts and religions 

The society, has developed a dualistic conception 

Of the world, of the universe 

Of  the life, of what's around  me, 

you, us.

Two sides, for any medals 

Bipolar, male and female 

Personalities, limited by this bi-conception 

Of the world, of the universe 

Of the life, of what's around of me, 

you, us. 

Unwritten law, unspoken rule, 

primal instinct or right intuition, 

what's the solution? 

Standardized vision 

Our mind prison 

Just two opposite poles   

Nevermind, you'll see the way 

As the fate will start for our decay 

When we won't see again this desolation 

In that time, believe me, you 'll discover all! 

There's no white without black 

No grey in our way 

There's no light without dark 

No beauty without horror 

Psycho-limitation, 

wrong direction, no solution, 

just two faces, just two parts, 

mental division: pragmatic gemini. 

.And with the fading of light, 

when skies bow to night, 

I'm the one, I'm the son 

And the prisoner of my thoughts 

Inestimable gift, 

or cause for not to sleep, 

my dreams, my whishes 

my will to know what's the truth beyond 



strange mind, my mind 

when it thinks what you never think 

strange eyes, my eyes 

when they see what you never see 

.and sometimes, 

two of these opposite parts melt, 

generating a life.