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All people see is what they put in their minds 
And what they put on their heads is being controlled
But who cares? We are living in an imaginary world
An imaginary world that is totally created by others behind 

You don’t wear pants, you wear a Colcci
You don’t drink because you’re thirsty
You drink because the best always drinks Sprite
You don’t wear shoes, you wear a Nike

Why? Because you are the best
They say you are the best
So buy, buy and buy
Fill out your emptiness inside

Read their magazines,
And see what beauty is
Lip-gloss and lipstick
Pink, such fashion color, isn’t it?

You don’t need a bag, you need a Prada
A jewel is not beautiful if it’s not from Agatha
A perfume is only good when it’s Dolce & Gabbana
Real art is propaganda

Buy also Veroslim, 
And be forever thin
Feel the glamour and fashion reading Discovery Girls
See on their neck the American Pearls

Do you think those girls have looked at the mirror once? 
I tell you yes, and they still think they are fat
They also feel inside the absence
The same they make everyone have

It doesn’t matter if you are on the standard or not
If you agree with them, you are still one more idiot
With fashion, they just want you to feel worst
Because a Calvin Klein is expensive and the money to buy it you have not

Maybe then you look at the sky
And see the so much beautiful that’s behind
Maybe you notice the sunshine
And start seeing the world with other eyes

Then you might see how beautiful is the sunset and sunrise
See the clouds which are above
Or the stars in a limpid sky at night
It seems like they’re smiling to us

I want to show you the nature
Not as they present it, that you must save it buying things
But these things come also from industries 
If the industries pollute it, then how can you save it?

I want to show you the eagle flying above the mountain
I want to show you the ants doing they work
I want to show you the trees, not as paper raw material
But as home of many mushrooms, insects and various animals

There is so much beauty beyond what they show
It’s like opening the window
After a terrible nightmare during the whole night
And seeing the clarity outside

Maybe one day you’ll think about what I write
And open your eyes
To an amazing world that’s being left behind.
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