In times of great vexation when one must choose between what's right and wrong
Freedom, so they say, amounts to the choices you have made.
Through all the arbitrary rationale concerning liberty.
Freedom, I must say, exists within unconditioned minds.
Reason has come of age.
How can you be satisfied with things the way they are,
When all that surrounds us now and so much more remains inside the keeper's dark embrace.
The insatiable thirst for power has made;
Idols out of mortals,
Gods into clay,
Soldiers into heroes,
Children into slaves of damned desire,
Their hopes betrayed.
Who will suffer their laws that say you can't decide
Your child's education unless you pay the price.
Who will suffer the laws
Who will suffer their minds
Who will suffer their words
Who will suffer their designs.