Before "me" innocence
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Protected me, shielded me
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Words of the wise support the pillars of the world
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A false legacy of miasmatic ideas
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Of a fanatic father and a subjected mother
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The world ...what is it ?
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A flashy game
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With a beggining, middle and end
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A royal theatre of tyrants
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With a sterile imagination
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Newborn "whys"
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On one foot
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A punishmet for every question
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Answers "why ?"
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With the passing years
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The moist of philosophy got desiccated
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And nothing but dry numbers were left
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The world : numbers with simple excellents
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Of corrupted teachers, a life of "yes sir"
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"Why?" nourished a dream and a reality
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In the years that passed
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In the age of numbers
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The passing age of numbers
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The light I cherished has burned my eyes
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And so I envied the blind
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For they were not
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Witness to my downfall
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(Witness of our downfall)
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The Age Of Numbers
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| Homo Iratus |
