11 October 2012
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...)
It Goes To One's Head • Opuss № I