Nos docti, pensantes

Sed non semper veridici



At the zenith of wisdom

No defying myself

To the point of reaction

You propose and I dispose



I see what you mean

It's clear, what you say

The truth isn't just a derivative of your views



Truth is a fiction of your views



These are my thoughts

No discussion

My righteous plan



Just think it over now

Another point of view

It's time we realize our errs

Where is it leading to if nobody sees it

There's never an absolute



Nos docti, pensantes

Sed non semper veridici



I can be so enchanting

With words beset in gold

Your senseless demanding

You propose and I dispose



I see what you mean

It's clear, what you say

The truth isn't just a derivative of your views



This is the way

No discussion

In my life



Just think it over now

Another point of view

It's time we realize our errs

Where is it leading to if nobody sees it

There's never an absolute



You're in denial



Can we trust all the facts

And believe that the fancied wise are just and needed?

Do we want to rely on the views

Of the righteous ones who are succeeding?

You look all around and you see

All the things that are not meant to be

Then you know it's time to let them go



Your fury can no longer stand

Looking for leftover friends is in vain

You'll be alone again



No more refusal

Face it , slow down



It is for renewal

And expect no miracles

(Expect no miracle when you're in an endless fall)

No regrets if you're leaving

You're a true deceiver

(Accept the here and now

Or regret will end up)



Mas of justice, shield of menacing strength

Will not bend, only break



Can't we respect, Can we neglect

(No respecting so neglecting)

Those who are suffering in need of help?

(Those who suffer, needing our help)

Not at all in the end



(Hear our calling)

Carry me slowly

In the depths of your life

(Fear the thunder)

Free me from barren fields

And grey thunder lies

(Semblance falling)

Under the grand facade

The truth loves to hide



Can we trust all the facts

And believe that the fancied wise are just and needed?

Do we want to rely on the views

Of the righteous ones who are succeeding?

You look all around and you see

All the things that are not meant to be

Then you know it's time to let them go

To let them go



Nos docti

Sed plus scimus

Non sperentes

Quod dicunt Alii