Testo The Vitruvian Condition

A circle and a square
Emblematic figure of man
Infinite number of dots
And straight lines printed
On the ancient canvas that's
Around us infinite universe

We are the Perfection
We are the
(Fallen)

Why are we so divine
Of flesh bones and blood
Being so fragile
Able of doing good
It's way much easier
To do evil
Why are we so divine
Of flesh bones and blood
Being so fragile
Able of doing good
It's way much easier To do evil

The portrait (The portrait)
The figure (The figure)
A prison that we build
The mind (The mind)
The soul (The soul)
In a constant war

Our forms are designed
To contain the pure essence
Something that we do not
Want to see or believe ever
Too blind to see the truth
And too arrogant in its acceptance

Why are we so divine
Of flesh bones and blood
Being so fragile
Able of doing good
It's way much easier
To do evil

The portrait (The portrait)
The figure (The figure)
A prison that we build
The mind (The mind)
The soul (The soul)
In a constant war

Maybe
The answer
Lies in
Front of us
All

A dualism
That the gods
Envy us

Why are we so divine
Of flesh bones and blood
Being so fragile
Able of doing good
It's way much easier
To do evil

The portrait (The portrait)
The figure (The figure)
A prison that we build
The mind (The mind)
The soul (The soul)
In a constant war