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While our creativity has been imprisoned by chains of perfection

The moguls turned out to be defenders of regression

Mastered under the constructive oppression

Manipulation taught us to learn our lesson

But somewhere in the web which we were raised

We somehow learned to set our own pace

Cos we never wanted your completed constructions

Delivered in our face

Dance Tarantella – One day I'll be poison free

Dance Tarantella – At last I'll fall with grace

Dance Tarantella – With no tears upon my face

The merciless ghoul that has declared me and mankind war

Has brought the poverty of apathy to our souls

Festering on our desperate attempts of expression

Holding back aggression and our natural need

To show compassion

Restrict the obligations of my human creations

By restraining my need of human communication

But now I say farewell manipulation

To set my own pace – a new determination

Lead to my own way of creation

Your claws and tentacles of protection

Will no longer bring me back into regression

Creativity has become my obsession

Against all your vain declarations

Dance Tarantella – As I am dancing to be poison free

Dance Tarantella – It'll give release to my frustration

Dance Tarantella – and bring freedom of creation

Dance Tarantella – for spiritual satisfaction