| I want to see
|
| All minds set free
|
| Like slaves to their deaths
|
| They pledge their liberty
|
| Like awls through their ears
|
| Nailed to a post
|
| They sold their souls to the things they loved most
|
| Now they accuse
|
| My mind is closed
|
| I’ve stood in their shoes
|
| That’s why I chose… Freedom
|
| You’ve got words and clever jargon
|
| Self-support, what a bargain
|
| You tell me my God is dead
|
| You hate a book you’ve never read
|
| Telling me that I’m pushing you
|
| Whose world is this, who pushes who?
|
| We’ve had to watch your television
|
| Subject to your decisions
|
| We’ve read your books
|
| And filled your schools
|
| You burned the truth
|
| With hate for fuel
|
| You calculate your lack of reason
|
| I hate this place, call it treason
|
| Mind for Treason
|
| Force-feeding lies
|
| But calling it freedom
|
| Masking the truth, to hide your dismay
|
| Turn a blind eye to the death and decay
|
| But I will rebel
|
| It’s treason I choose
|
| You can die by yourself
|
| But I will refuse
|
| A word of truth to worlds of fiction
|
| I’d like to challenge your depiction
|
| Of your soul and your salvation
|
| I’d like to shake you from stagnation
|
| You take the nail and drive it through
|
| Your ear to show allegiance to
|
| Your god, the thing that you love most
|
| Yourself
|
| Am I coming close?
|
| Blind to see your own extinction
|
| Truth and lies have no distinction
|
| Shackled slaves must drop their chains
|
| Or slaves will serve themselves in vain |