Lost in a grey world, surrounded by grey people
Everything around seems to be so useless
I try to move forward but it seems to be in vain
Please tell me why everybody runs
Tell me why I would follow
I want to make my own choices
Free and concious
Now stop manipulating me
I won't follow
My father's generation has been working all its life
Population exploited, depreved of any dream
Politicians forced them to be obedient
With the threat of chaos
They became a sheep flock
I will not be a slave
I will escape
I don't accept to be chained
I'm sure I'll find my own way