The Prision

We've been brought up in an omnipresent prison

Day after day it grows, it lures us, it seduces, it

comforts us

Nevertheless we keep on going blindly

Believing that things came to be exactly as it told us

(tells us)

Our mother, the same one who taught us what's right or

wrong.

This prison called culture

Is the burden of our so called modern civilization

Our mother, the same one who taught us what's right or

wrong

The same one who presented us its myths and rites

The very same who brings us lethargy until we awake

The culture of maximum damage that purged the

unfaithful

The worthless and obtuse ones

That annihilated tribes and races that were "terribly

subalterns"

The one that deprived us from happenings and facts

Genocides that were intelligently hidden by the

official history

It's hard to get free from its bars, its

entanglements

When it whispers its truths since birth

Now is the time to awake

To go beyond our culture

To go beyond this world

To go beyond civilization

And to live by our own way

There's not only one way of thinking

There's not only one way of acting

There's not only one way of living