Trough times, throughout the millenniums   With the birth, of thoughts and religions   The society, has developed a dualistic conception   Of the world, of the universe   Of the life, of what's around me,   you, us.  Two sides, for any medals   Bipolar, male and female   Personalities, limited by this bi-conception   Of the world, of the universe   Of the life, of what's around of me,   you, us.   Unwritten law, unspoken rule,   primal instinct or right intuition,   what's the solution?   Standardized vision   Our mind prison   Just two opposite poles   Nevermind, you'll see the way   As the fate will start for our decay   When we won't see again this desolation   In that time, believe me, you 'll discover all!   There's no white without black   No grey in our way   There's no light without dark   No beauty without horror   Psycho-limitation,   wrong direction, no solution,   just two faces, just two parts,   mental division: pragmatic gemini.   .And with the fading of light,   when skies bow to night,   I'm the one, I'm the son   And the prisoner of my thoughts   Inestimable gift,   or cause for not to sleep,   my dreams, my whishes   my will to know what's the truth beyond     strange mind, my mind   when it thinks what you never think   strange eyes, my eyes   when they see what you never see   .and sometimes,   two of these opposite parts melt,   generating a life.