24 April 2012
When you look right up at the stars at night You will see me reflected in their shine, For I am a feral piece of the world And what you see is all mine.
My brothers and sisters own it too, my nieces, nephews and friends, The wavering meadows whisper our names, We are one; no beginnings, no ends.
When you breathe we breathe this life with you, But our breath is fresher and furious, We march over the horizon, marking our way, we are the people in life who are curious.
Undergrown Underdeveloped Trapped, brainwashed minds Litter our elegant, natural way, Increasing in their everyday crimes, Society imprisons them even today.
Today, in fact, it is worse than ever, You've become material - the fakest of beings, You can hardly be, if you can't even see the truth in what we are seeing.
Robot eyes, Robot lives, You live and then you die. But what is life if society creates An ideal for you to live by?
The ideal is sick, a worldwide trick, To keep you all in line, But we follow the wind, we live like wolves, And hey, we do just fine.
Maybe you'll hear our names whispered in the wind, one night driving around in the dark. Maybe you'll wonder what the hell you are doing, by the time you pull up and park. Maybe you'll break loose from society's noose and come running to join our fleet, Be free once for all; ignore society's call; share spirits with the clouds and the wheat.
The sun, the trees, they'd all be yours! The rain will kiss your lashes in the spring, You can live, if you give Yourself this one last gift:
The gift of a life worth living.
We The Free (From Society) • Opuss № I