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Walls and scissors could get married
Sabers and borders would come to the feast
Always on the edge of good and evil
Separate, divide...
Doubt, leave me on the edge of sanity
The truth always rushes
I do good without looking at who
But tenderness is not enough
Childhood book...here I am again
Here I am again.

Open the wall
That is globalizing
And the 'where' fades away
And the 'when' lights up
Open up, I bring storms...
Open the wall
If you accept me as I am
With my reasonable doubt
With my piece of illusion
Open those gates
I carry my days
I don't know if we are moved
By contradictions or utopias
Or utopias.

Knock, knock, who is it
I come to ask
Knock, knock, who is it
I am matter
What if I am the opium of the people
Here I bring a string of heads
They are souls that forgot that life
Is an assault on beauty.
Knock, knock, who is it
I am television
Knock, knock, who is it
I come to debate
Conjugating the verb, educate and entertain
Without fear that the flock won't listen to me
It will be useless if I go on air
But mute, deaf, or blind.
Knock, knock...I am violence
Knock, knock...transvestism
If I am poor, they dress me as terrorism
If I am rich, acts of defense
Hypocritical reason for ideals
That are not meant for patience.

Open the wall
That is globalizing
And the 'where' fades away
And the 'when' lights up
Open up, I bring storms...
Open the wall
If you accept me as I am
With my reasonable doubt
With my piece of illusion
Open those gates
I carry my days
I don't know if we are moved
By contradictions or utopias
Or utopias.

Knock, knock, I am conviction
Knock, knock, I bring spasms
No matter how hard I try in the duty olympics
There are referees rewarding enthusiasm
Shouting is valued more than fighting
Learning, asking.
Knock, knock, I am migration
Knock, knock, shielding myself from exile
The homeland has become a nostalgia of convenience
Balancing the accounts, the reason
Paying in obedience for my comfort and if there is pain
I send my silence home.
Knock, knock, I am initiative
I come thoughtfully
Envy urges me to look down
When I was designed to look up
Sick with cancer if there is consumerism
And dying of cold due to egalitarianism.

And the 'where' fades away
And the 'when' lights up
Open up, I bring storms...
Open the wall
If you accept me as I am
With my reasonable doubt
With my piece of illusion
Open those gates
I carry my days
I don't know if we are moved
By contradictions or utopias
Or utopias.