Freedom?

Where R**e is called 'freelance gynecology'

Portraits of heathens hang while heros die on our TV screen

Not a soul in sight

Just a coroner who can't sleep because of what he sees when he dreams at night

The corpses stare at him with open arms and wide open eyes

This is not a dream

Just wake up and see what I mean

What a tale

We have failed

Paradise lost in the midst of freedumb

You let me down

What a tale

We have failed

Paradise lost in the midst of freedumb

You let me down

Where world religion has a suicidal theme

You'll find more demons in gods than you'll find on these corrupted streets

Bold statements from a liar

Your beliefs are broken so danger hide or retreat

In god we will contradict

Now let the truth be released

Of untold tales and mistruths

Bring forth the whole world to see

That your manmade faith and your contagious steepled casinocult

Is just a lie

Keep your security

I don't need you

Keep your stability

I don't need you

You keep your guarantee

I don't need you

Keep your book of faith

Can't see through false freedoms eyes

They told their tales

Now shotgun shells

Will send their souls

Back to hell

All has failed

Nothings well

Your secret lies

In this well

Too close to bottom

Impulse suffer reflex beating from your mind

Chosen

Freedom the word that means blind

Hatred swells up inside from this freedom

Well

Oh well

You suffer

No one lives to tell

Well

Oh well

Its over

No one lives to tell

Too close

This well

Too close