Is anybody really free, prisoners of 

the strange society 

Why is it we're forced to be products 

of the new reality 

Drifting through time and space 

and all the while 

Feeling out of place 

I'm out of reach 

Waiting for the time to come 

And every second always on the run 

Looking for love once more 

Then turning back and closing every door 

Thinking that what might have been 

Had that itch not gotten 'neath your skin 



Praying to an idol sign 

Believing this can keep your dream alive 

Worried 'bout the waste of youth 

Hoping that with age there will come truth 

Dying to get out in time 

Before the shadows start to cloud your mind