The Prison

We've been brought up in an omnipresent prison
Day after day it grows, it lures us, it seduces, it comforts us
Nevertheless, we keep on going blindly

This prison called culture
This prison called culture
This prison called culture
This prison called culture

Is the burden of our so-called modern civilization

The same one who taught us what's right or wrong
The same one who presented us its myths and rites
The very same who brings us lethargy until we awake
The culture of maximum damage that purged the unfaithful
The worthless and obtuse ones
The worthless and obtuse ones

That annihilated tribes and races that were "terribly subalterns"
The one that deprived us of happenings and facts
Genocides that were intelligently hidden by the official history
It's hard to get free from its bars, its entanglements
When it whispers its truths since birth

There's not only one way of thinking
There's not only one way of acting
There's not only one way of living



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Writer(s): Children Gaia
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