Trough times, throughout the millenniums

With the birth, of thoughts and religions

The society, has developed a dualistic conception

Of the world, of the universe

Of the life, of what's around me,

you, us.

Two sides, for any medals

Bipolar, male and female

Personalities, limited by this bi-conception

Of the world, of the universe

Of the life, of what's around of me,

you, us.

Unwritten law, unspoken rule,

primal instinct or right intuition,

what's the solution?

Standardized vision

Our mind prison

Just two opposite poles

Nevermind, you'll see the way

As the fate will start for our decay

When we won't see again this desolation

In that time, believe me, you 'll discover all!

There's no white without black

No grey in our way

There's no light without dark

No beauty without horror

Psycho-limitation,

wrong direction, no solution,

just two faces, just two parts,

mental division: pragmatic gemini.

.And with the fading of light,

when skies bow to night,

I'm the one, I'm the son

And the prisoner of my thoughts

Inestimable gift,

or cause for not to sleep,

my dreams, my whishes

my will to know what's the truth beyond



strange mind, my mind

when it thinks what you never think

strange eyes, my eyes

when they see what you never see

.and sometimes,

two of these opposite parts melt,

generating a life.