The World Is Shallow In My Mind, And We All Think That Our Life Is Fine
Until The Very Day That We Die, And I Know I Can't Be Saved, If I Try To Be More Than Divine
I Know I'll Be Locked Up In God's Cage
We All Want Freedom
Choose The Battles In My Head, Walk With Me And I'll Play Dead, You Can Wear A Mask With Me
I Don't Need My Eyes To See, You Can Choose To Live In Hell, I Withhold My Soul To Sell
I Decide What I Can Be, Isn't That A Part Of Being Free?
Another Day, Another Crime, Of The Soul In Which They Harm In Time
Allowing Routine, Phony By Design, And I Know It's All The Same
When They Can't Form Thoughts In Their Own Minds, A Product Of The Foolish Social Stage
We All Want Freedom
Choose The Battles In My Head, Walk With Me And I'll Play Dead, You Can Wear A Mask With Me
I Don't Need My Eyes To See, You Can Choose To Live In Hell, I Withhold My Soul To Sell
I Decide What I Can Be, Isn't That A Part Of Being Free?