Letra da Música Discourse Of The Wicked de Nowrong

Descontrol, you have it now
The prison you've made inside your brain
Let it now, don't follow them
The issues will turn you into a slave

Free mind - Deny to be another lifer
Get it right - And go away from the pain now
It's all right - When it seems to be the sorrow
That's your life

Aiming down philosofy
The questions with answers obscure
Turn it down, the radio
And find your own sea of illusions

No, don't hear what they said
The are all dead now
And you need to keep on going
Now it's your own reality
The new philosophy
And create your own reality
Hey, be careful with your choices
It's all written down in history

We fucked it up!