Our Nature

We walk through the world
Writing our names in the dust
Creating images just to fulfill our souls, we're craving...
Misery is from our nature,
And everything we do is
Share it with each other
It is the path that will lead us to fall,
And then we'll wonder...
What was all that for?

All in all, we're always using our freedom as a pretext
To imprison ourselves
We say what you have to hear,
What you have to seek,
Who you have to be
What you have to watch,
Who you have to love... And adore...
Don't blame us, it's from our nature... We want your happiness,
But in our way...
Someday we'll realize how far we are
To denominate ourselves
A society

What could I expect from a world where
People pretend to have nothing
To offer?
Where contempt is natural and values are superficial
Such a world like this
Cannot be called "home" for me
Such a world like this...
Doesn't have a place for me
Such a world like this...
It doesn't have a place for me...