No choice to choose

if i could choose i would choose to choose.
there wouldn´t be a painful truth
there wouldn´t be such a sweet lie.
not my blood on your hand,
not your blood on mine.
If i could choose i would choose none shy.

I wouldn´t choose this language
I wouldn´t choose words
I wouldn´t choose art
I wouldn´t choose the mask
I wouldn´t choose makeup
i wouldn´t choose this false smile.

If I could choose freedom
I wouldn´t choose it now.
freedom is not a choice
freedom is not a right
freedom is not a duty
freedom is just a fact.

Push

Push me to the stereotype
So you can sleep tight,
Push me to the madness
So you can say you were right.
Push me to egocentrism
Cause is the need of everyone
From other or oneself
At least one stretching hand.
Push me to the silence
If you can hold the lie.
But truth not displayed to blindness
And neither do I.
Push me to fear and sadness
Push me to the other side.
Push me anywhere but to nothing
Push me to death, or push me to life.
Push me away as a kind of blessing
Cause I could never say goodbye.
Push me wherever,as i´m begging
can´t keep balance on the line.

Then say you seek god
while you foster the lie.