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