All the doors leading towards life are closed
And we don't have the permission to open them
To look beyond our sight is a crime
To think beyond our belief is a crime
To solve the mysteries of skies is a crime
To ask why and how is a crime
There is a freedom to breathe, but to live you need something else too
And to talk about that something else is also a crime
O gods and the architectures of your laws
For the sake of life we ask a fever from you
We need the permission to commit all those crimes
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