It Goes To One's Head

Hearts screaming for liberation
Mouths clamped over defiant words
Eyes turned
Downward

Freedom is a heady word
But what does it really mean?
To choose who to follow,
To choose who to cast aside
But freedom goes to one's head

Liberty it a concept of the mind
If we're told we've been freed we see
So much better
If we're told this is hell we
Scream for their pleasure

Away from the monarchs
The dictators
The emperors
Now suddenly we're better than them all
Above
Free

Because we've been through it all
Because we fought to escape
And we called that fleeing freedom

Liberty and justice for all who keep silent
For a nation so open to honesty
A cover-up is a cover-up
And we're not always force fed 'truth'

To shove our 'liberating' beliefs
Down suffering throats
Into frothing mouths
To expect them to believe.
Because the greatest cover-up
Is to tell a truth so far-fetched that
Nobody believes that it's true.

(wow... So Unpatriotic today...)