We're going backwards

Into the sin of self-neglect

What do we stand for?

It's very easy to forget

The protest marches

Is it the done thing to object?

So where's the freedom?

Your conscience hangs around your neck

Where's the freedom?

We're going crazy

With paranoia, fear, and greed

Accepting standards

Believing what we hear and read

And when we think we've sussed out a new reality

But is this freedom just another hand from which we feed?

Where's the freedom?

We're going nowhere

In vicious circles we gyrate

The new sub-culture

With cliches painted on their face

We cannot see past

The elitest barriers we create

We reject the system

But put another in it's place

Where's the freedom?