Testo di S.N.M.

Here below the great watching eyes Deception encases the illusion of our lives Thy will be done, without the son Where are we to seek meaning in your truth When only fib, fable and fiction is absolute Deny his name, there are no flames Constitutionally enslaved We would surely drown if it wasn't for the waves Look to the sky, open your eyes At what point will we try to break away And turn back from the paths that they have paved We have to see, we are not free