Artificial - Alif Tree

Beliefs, like religion, unique and so obvious,

Only that’s what you claim to be,

And your thoughts run so free

Look at me and disconsider

The child we used to be

So small, so small and so naives,

Home sweet’s hard to leave

But each time you feel so right,

Each time you preach your fight,

Acting in your own commercial

That’s what you are artificial,

That’s what you are.

Come on, show me your best face,

Keep on working for someone else,

Teach me more of these lessons,

Freedom of actions.