Drop after drop they fed the poison through others ears Repeating rituals they had learnt with their good wills
What did those symbols mean? What was the reason to believe?
Following old traditions, afraid of change They never cared to learn, never compared They never asked themselves, why are we right Why are all others wrong, what's in their minds.
Many different people came There wasn't anymore A single way of thought
They never asked themselves, why are we right Why are all others wrong, what's in their minds. They, who had been so fine, so sure and straight Now were assaulted by their own slants
