In the beginning We were so simple So easy to understand We had no plans We were only hungry Cold and fear In the beginning We were so few Looking for others like us We did not have power We were weak Without a place to stay In the beginning All boiled down to a single chance And what did we do with it? What did we do ourselves? Where could we reach? Now what are we? Frustrated Because we expect too much Distressed Because we count time Tired By trying values meaningless Guilty For wanting what is not ours Guilty For waiting what is not ours When, after all Did we stop being pure? Worrying about the End of life That’s why we create The time and delays? When, after all Did we begin to sin? Decide between right or wrong Create Gods Rules and judges? When, after all We turned into masters or slaves Angels or demons? That's why now We simply Don’t know who we are? Sad Because we never did everything Confused For not knowing the reasons to start Desperate Because nothing ever ends Guilty For desiring what should not even exist Guilty For desiring what should not even exist From beginning to infinity Endlessly guilty From beginning to infinity Endlessly guilty