Centaurus-a Selfmade Cage
Escape the womb into the cell
Some call life the others hell
Running scared, so unprepared just trying to cope
Holding on to crutches that pretend to give us hope
Born into a sheltered world
Where everything is taken for granted
When substantial needs are secured
We find new problems and enhance them
It's not controlled behavior
It's only human nature
Wrong, wrong so much is wrong
To be honest what's actually still right
Imprisoned inside, stunned and paralized
By this ridiculous state we call life
Choking on our self-pity, so weak and suppressed
For what we all have, we couldn't care less
Why ever beak out, out of our selfmade cage
We love to complain, it's our fate
Escape the womb into the cell
Some call life the others hell
Running scared, so unprepared just trying to cope
Holding on to crutches that pretend to give us hope
