Violence rises in the East, oil climbs in the West
A Freedom fighter must defend her land
Now the gas pump is charging me excess.
This world is getting small,
You can feel the constriction
With every good thatâs sold and bought
It bears the markings of human friction
I bet we are meant to change
To get out underneath of the oppressive haze
Our hearts were sent with brighter dreams.
Slip the rope from my hands and feet
I am not so scared and Iâm not so free
Thereâs no turning back for the older ways:
We will make our escape!
I can hear my TV, the cable news is frantic
And nothing lines up their pockets
More than a populous filled with panic.
So we are kept on the edge,
foreign war and a terror threat
We all die but can you tell me newsman, tell me:
Does everyone live?
Our world, itâs changing
Weâre the precious, weâre the witness
Of what will yet be
So donât be scared babe, keep on moving!
I know weâll be better yes
When we can separate from the meaningless
Well, our hearts were made with brighter dreams.
Slip the rope from our hands and feet
I am not for sale, and Iâm not so free
Thereâs no turning back to the older ways:
We will make our escape!