And I saw two lines of people, who worked and wore chains
And I resisted this group because it was frustration and humiliation
So I lived on the outskirts and the fringes of my society
Escaping the social pressure I found myself in a life and death situation
For I was told I had in my possession
A piece of paper with a design
That caused the sky to darken and the rain to fall
In unnatural and sequential downpours
So I searched for this piece of designed paper
But I could not find it
And finally, I found the paper
And obediently, I tore it up
And looking to the sky I saw
The orange sun soften the hard, black clouds
And I knew that things would be normal
And I saw the two lines of people, who worked and wore chains
And I joined them