Samavayo - Marionette

Forcing onto me
Your different point of view
You cannot convince
I’m ready to refuse
You may think we are,
right in different ways
i can’t bear your mind,
poisoned with clichés

This is not a game
we are not the same

I try but i can’t get your point
I don’t get what you say
Your alien language sounds to me
like from the ancient days

Truth is not belief
Move your mind around,
truth is what you see
Go beyond yourself
Truth is not belief

This is not a game

Servants of blind hypocrisy
Warriors of endless infamy
Feeding the regime of bigotry
Killing our last humanity

Feeding the regime of bigotry
Killing our last humanity

I won’t try to convince you
Coz if i even give my best
As long as you don’t have convictions
You’re nothing more than a marionette

I try but i can’t get your point
I don’t get what you say
Your alien language sounds to me
like from the ancient days

Leave! this! place!
Leave! My! Way!
Shut! Your! Face!

And we may seem to be beleaguered
The servants of hypocrisy
No, never digging any deeper
Than the surface that they see

Leave! My! Way!
Shut! Your! Face!