Trouble Times

It would be perfect
If it were not so equal
Somehow it seemed the world
Had ceased to make sense

We had assured freedom
But we didn’t know how to be free

Everything was perfect, but we lived constantly depressed
Nor can we ensure our own will and our love of life
But we wanted to ensure the general welfare
And ensure that everything was working properly

(Chained in the abyss)

We had assured freedom
But we didn’t know how to be free

It seemed to be
An imperfect-vicious cycle
Every human being wanted to ensure the general welfare
But was not able to ensure its own life
Its true sense