They are our opinion
They are hunting us
Unknown power of dominion
In which we blindly trust
They are elusive, distort the yin and yang
We acknowledge as fast as we can
Our freedom, is singularity
We are the puppets of heresy
Broken, with arms wide open
I am still walking
The path that leads to nowhere
We are the puppets of heresy
We got used to it, we're blind to see
We are the puppets of heresy
We follow footsteps
Hold us blind and make our day
Even the architects got lost in the maze
Define our imposed values
Fulfill our hungry thoughts
Bombardment of influence
Like a magnet bound to be:
Broken, with arms wide open
I am still walking
The path that leads to nowhere
Trying to find the way
To get through these times
I'm trying to find the way
I'm trying to find the way
To get through these times
I'm trying to find the way, I'm willing to find
That your path is mine
Trying to find the way
To get through these times
I'm trying to find the way