Imagine being an ordinary man
Imagine you would have chosen to be one
When you still had the chance to choose
Imagine waking up in the morning
And already knowing what to expect
As if it were all written in a script
As if someone else had written a program of your day
But, however, imagine being happy
Because this is the way the screenwriter of your life wants you to be
He doesn't like sad, paranoid and unsatisfied people
The people who become aware of the shit they are drowing in
Try to free themselves
Try to get to the surface
They struggle, they squirm
And they become dangerous and uncontrollable
Protagonist or appearance
Whatever your role is
You must interpret it
If you want to eat
To drink
To buy the tv
The washing machine
The car
To get married
To reproduce
To grow old and die
But, moved by a natural instinct
Man is not satisfied with shit
So he has disguised it
He has made it desirable
With time
Just like a clever magician
He has transformed the shit into a goal
To reach the purpose of the new millenium
And to make everything easier
He fooled you into thinking you have a say in the matter
And he has invented the right to vote
He has made you believe that humility and resignation
Give virtue and invented religion
He has taught you what is right and what is wrong
And imposed the law
He has fixed a determined view of musical choises
In which you think you are free to choose
But in reality
You're bound by the space of proposal
Now!
Imagine understanding all this
And not wanting to play the game
Imagine being surrounded by people
Who think the same way that you do
Imagine participating with them
In laying foundations of a system
That, like a virus
Reproduces itself
Grows and spreads
Free the people you interact with
From the condition of being manipulated
By an immense system
That produces pre-packaged ideals
Lobotomized brains
And armless lives
Imagine being free
To be free
To be free