We're going backwards
Into the sin of selfIt's very easy to forget
What do we stand for?
The protest marches
Is it the done thing to object?
So where's the freedom?
Your conscience hangs around your neck
Where's the freedom? We're going crazy
Accepting standards
With paranoia, fear, and greed.
And when we think we've sussed out a new reality
But is this freedom just another hand from which we feed?
Believing what we hear and read. We're going nowhere
Where's the freedom?
In vicious circles we gyrate
With cliches painted on their face
The new subWe cannot see past
The elitest barriers we create.
We reject the system.
But put another in it's place Where's the freedom?.
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