Lyric Dislocated

is there a sense in what I am doing?
could there be any reason for my suffering?
sometimes I feel my acts are replicated
a nonsense, my life is intoxicated
I m just considered a mean of production
serving a factory should be my satisfaction
they give me a freedom made of blind compulsion
trapped in a cage I only feel self-repulsion

feeling dislocated
all my senses disconnected
memories confused and lost
I live between future and past

if I could take the time to think about my thoughts
and to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakes
I should be able to understand that I m just dislocated
and that the search shall start before it gets too late

lost in a world of ignorance and pretension
I wonder where to find again my lost attention
I m hearing nothing but the noise that s penetrating
I see the consequence, the damage it s creating
recalling memory to fill my whole extension
I ll recollect my past to reach the comprehension
I see my will give up to distortion
shall learn to disobey and start again from my emotions

I m the guardian, I m the prisoner
I m the liar, the deceived one
I m the tyrant, I m the slave
I have to fight against my will

if I could take the time to think about my thoughts
and to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakes
I would be free to feel compassion towards my poor ambition
and to understand the pain that lies beneath this sad deception

if I could take the time to think about my thoughts
and to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakes
I d look inside myself with a renewed sight
and see defeat and freedom - and above all, the light