Weak minds aren't free to me.
Weak minds aren't free to me.
Weak minds sit with their hands in their laps and their eyes to the ground, with no tongue to speak, and no room to think.
When it's right in front of you.
Where is your free mind now?
The wool's been pulled over your eyes by the Devil himself.
Stand up and open your eyes.
When it's right in front of you.
Where is your free mind now?
Stand up and open your eyes.