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You see ten percent of this reality
and believe with that you can be satisfied,
you search for, you always search around you,
for the exit that will take you to a better world.
You seek the exit to be able to escape
from this dark prison, virtual reality,
we are marionettes in an unreal world,
walking among the zombies from the great city.
Violence, fears, hatred...where do they lead?
They want to destroy your soul.
Who creates the bases of this reality?
Myths and legends will answer you.
Use your head to reason:
so much time has passed
and everything always stays the same,
for someone the things as they are
are convenient,
for this someone it is convenient
that you are not free.
Something putrid is producing itself.
Something putrid is hidden.
Something putrid is producing itself.
Something putrid is hidden
in this reality.
