Look my way
This spastic freedom
That we all crave

A voice speaks

Of a blind date
With another state
Of mind and the world
Now he looks my way

The shares we hold look just like gold
The tickets sold are valid now - And below

And the world outside
Must obey
The laws of freedom
Left unmade

A voice speaks

The new masters by will divine
By laws of freedom, trade and lies

A voice speaks - The mule

But the judgement pronounced
By the petulant Satan above
Can never reverse
The sentence passed from the heaven ahead

Sudden future manifestation
IVth empire brutal invitation

They look just like his flock of lambs
But look closer - Goats