i was born without a chance
to decide, to decide
my life was already sold
to the folk, to the folk
i will die without to know
who i am, who i am
and my ashes will be guarded
by the demon apes
destiny
don’t ignore me
and try to see
what i want to be
shiny golden clothes on me
hiding me, hiding me
every single step i do
is observed, is observed
in many books there once will be
my story, my story
i can rule over a million
not over myself