Jodiana

I look for the path and you look for the way, you'll end up dizzy
What a bitchy life will be your destiny, who has written your script
Freedom lives in a statue in the middle of New York
And everyone has given in to their inner panic

I see people walking down the street, I see your sadness
They think it's just bad luck and don't understand? (Why)
I hear that thousands of beings die from hunger but it's not true
They want you to envy an impossible luxury they got by cheating your parents
I see the police looking arrogantly
And I believe there are murderers who know how to kill us

Tell me why not stick your head out of so much mediocrity
Tell me who lives upstairs, it could be the reason
It seems to matter less who causes so much pain
And the truth goes barefoot asking for food

Who has time to think with this paranoia?
No one decides what they can do with their damn time (Why)
Tell me what else we should do to maintain this damn system
Tell me who benefits from you living in madness