We are educated just to think about ourselves, just to feel and treat our own difficulties
The world is a little part of this, nothing else is important
Even a great evolution has it's second meaning

Walls covered of mirrors, comforting the eyes
Your image from the mirror is the thing you find
Jesters are dancing in the edge of hypocrisy, guided by the song from their own misery

You are closed in your small world, alone with eyes bent for your own navel
You are happy with your little toys, instruments of your own selfishness

Blind hanged in your own umbilical cord
Bloody vanity washes the bowels of the world
It feeds our poverty with remains of degradation
Ruminating our own evil Sweet satisfaction

The world self-destroys while your eyes are bent for your own navel

Selfishness isolation vanity jealousy!

Blinded walls covered of mirrors we are
Blind hanged in your own umbilical cord