Love - is what I believe in And freedom is what I need But why do I suffer from love And why am I not free? The might sleeps in our hearts We should form it with our hands There won't be help from anyone Just you and me Purity and hope The ability to love And curiosity Are our strong sides Self-hate and greed Are our weaknesses Spirit always was there Or it evoluted to the point Where we are now But its origin is not of importance We don't use it anyway You're wasting time following lies Break the chains of slavery A devil does not exist It's just a metaphor for Giving free reign to our animal instincts While a full acceptance of these feelings Opens a door to another level In which harming even the freedom Of another person turns into nonsense The growth rate of humanity Could be an indication of our origin Made to survive - at all costs This may be a cultural effect But it's somehow corresponding To the behavior of bacteria Unlike other mammals We are living without the ability To produce vitamin c So - should we save the plants? Perhaps we'll evoke the first Synthetic form of life on our planet And maybe that's all we are here for But nature spreads everywhere Will we bring life to other planets? Is this the plan of nature? The freedom of choice Seems not to be wanted Because what we can do We will do But should we? This question is not really asked And even if the answer is no We will do it And if art is a way To transport feelings and thoughts From here into the future Then I hope that future generations Will judge our electronical middle age Not only for the things we did and will do But also for the hopes, dreams and love We felt within us