(Child:)
This is the world trough square eyes,
-I can see fiction like it's real!
Window to an unknown paradise,
-paradise where no one sees.
I wish I saw it all,
-paradise where no one knows.
All these images for real.
-The reality!

-It's a seduction, like a dream: 
I can feel pain, I feel the blood,
-Out of your hands but in your minds. 
The fire of the burning fight!
-I wish I saw it all,
I feel love as a disease
-All these images for real.
In my fantasy!

(Contemplative:)
Good or evil, right or wrong,
Find yourself between the dying crowd, the bloodied streets.
How can't this affect a mind?
How can't this affect a pure, young heart?

(Child:)
In my own world it's getting worse:
-It's never good enough for them,
Learn this, do that, do as we say!
-As if results are all there is.
It doesn't affect me much:
-I cannot be more than I am,
The screen shows me enough.
-Face reality!

-I can play, I'm strong and tough,
And let them feel who should be blamed!
-Fighting and killing for new lives.
way to learn how to survive!
-I can play on and on,
It ends up just the same again.
-But my life is not a game. 
Life should be a game!

(Contemplative:)
Good or evil, right or wrong,
Find yourself between the dying crowd, the bloodied streets.
How can't this affect a mind?
How can't this affect a pure, young heart?

Hope is fragile,
And all there is to make them see I'm not that bad.
Hope is the last reason not to flee, not [bad word] away
Into the tempting square world of fantasy, free me, free me!

(Child:)
Hate is an impulse,
Your aversion, my reason.

(Contemplative:)
Games, movies, things a child should not see,
flash, see, but you won't forget.
game, play, play and hear and see, again,
It marks the heart and spills your youth.

(Child:)
I'm in the world of square minds,
-The beauty of a clearer world.
Fighting a game, its name is life. 
-The game of life is hard to fight!
I've shot my hate today,
-You'll know the causes when it's too late.
Its embodiment has paid!
-Feel reality!

-The pictures say more than you see.
Why should I see what you've told me?
-Nothing gets worse, it stays the same.
The same is killing, anyway!
-I wish I saw it all,
So could you please let me escape
-All these images for real.
From reality?

(Contemplative:)
Good or evil, right or wrong,
Find yourself between the dying crowd, the bloodied streets.
How can't this affect a mind?
How can't this affect a pure, young heart?