You don't decide

What's wrong, what's right

You can't define what's good, what's not

You have to hide all your feelings

Having opinions can be your worst enemy


You will respond without asking

You will perform like all of them

You will behave as predicted

Being a rebel, and it's the purgatory


What about your ego

How did it end up so low

You have been robotized


It's what you eat, it's what you wear

Look around you, it's everywhere

In every action, in every move

A vague impression, having the right to choose


What about your ego

How did it end up so low

Like a seed, it will grow

In your head, it will glow

You have been robotized


You wear the freedom while a child is working

You taste a kingdom while the trees are falling

Loud voice and clear messages

The demons are so creative


There is a little matrix in everyone