I thought I told you. They've gone and sold you!
Seduced and bold, you're marching. Yes, and I'll compare it to
Pins and needles that invade your freedom.
So much for truth if ignorance will make you happy!

Your book, your faith, that choice that you made, I know will only be in
Those lives that you take, those soulds that you rake
I know will only be in vain.

So much for silence, here's vocal violence.
An open mind that's only closed its doors on you!
Forgive my harshness, but you're in darkness.
The fruit of art is to open up to what your life could be NOW.