Freedom Dies (part 3)
Now the punks on the ground with not a scratch to be seen
but he’s bleeding inside from the lies he cant hide
nobody told him it was only a game
never to be played, what were these people thinking
when this game was made.
now the innocent kid cant say
‘hey! that was wrong!’
that just doesn’t belong in the speech of his peers
those words ring in his ears
when freedom dies, and passion says bye
people made into robots
oh mother, please, may I?
when freedom dies, may the future look bleak
is it born from our thoughts
hide & seek, hide & seek