The price-we pay to live is time
Time is never on your side
When you wish it would just end
My hate toward these systems that dictate
Or is there such a thing called freedom
Millions of names remain unidentified
A bar code is a face you cannot recognize
Forgotten-no one wants to hear about
The forgotten-they don't care I've been
Or is there such a thing called freedom
These walls are closing in
For the bread I eat has become stale-oh
My hate toward these systems that dictate
Or is there such a thing called freedom (X2)