Simulate, Hide - Prion

Wise Nature, you distill survival

Adapting each animal

You simulate what you won’t be able to be

What you don’t have and you will never do

Do you believe that you’re correctly proceeding?

You only show the ruin of your existence

Wise Nature, you distill survival

Adapting each animal

And, over you, the Man, wolf with lamb, lamb skin

Plays with his own subsistence, attacks and inserts himself

Aberrant fruit, with intellectualoid disguise, exposes his mask

The Man’s violence is his essence among savages, children and fools

You simulate what you won’t be able to be

What you don’t have and you will never do

Sad aptitude of deceiving for living, depressed spirit

Forged by miseries, degraded idiosyncrasy

Sad aptitude of deceiving for living, you walk

Satisfied along your life, daubed with luxury

Do you believe that you’re correctly proceeding?

You only show the ruin of your existence