than peer through the looking glass? i?m looking on and on and on into an age of distorted light where i open up my senses and see miles and miles of
freedom, Now that it?s mine, It?s time that you were leaving? All my panic, all my fears: I let them go, No more excuses, no more tears: I?m in control
here. With no freedom to laugh, there's more reason to cry. I really miss those innocent times. I used to feel joy in my soul, But now my sorrow has taken control
, so scared to compete scared of stupidity, so smart on the streets fear gets employed as a system, intimidation as control fear shuts up you, eats the soul fear
a word you've heard The flag waves up above you for liberty and freedom And fighting for your nation killing a wive's daughter's husband's son and you
what's been said Our leaders cry... we have no one to fear We watch the sun rise, and hope We watch the sun rise, and hope That it won't be our last
day's coming It's a new day from now on They're in the business Of panic and control We're in the business of the heart And of the soul Have we been
there was a time when doubt and strife controlled my life until I felt it would tear me apart I was so lonely, waiting hoping for sight in the dark and
a one world government and its assault on our privacy Personal freedom will soon disappear, under surveillance we all live in fear Bio chip implants
through arteries of complexity Your at deadlock, lost and disconcerted Journey through frightening insecurity Trapped in fear, is freedom disconnected? Where is freedom
. Engage yourselves in devotion, dwell in your masters kingdom. "You are supreme master of birth, death and fear" Your embodied souls, battles with
Harry Conklin] Throughout the ages war has brought forth change A promise for our children's sake Tyrants and their visions build us walls of fear The
This is no god, this is but me a shivering spine with eyes that see behind that faces souls whose dimensions controlled by fear, and no comprehension
freedom of choice, freedom of choice. Freedom of choice it's what you've got Freedom of choice... In ancient Rome there was a pawn who followed along and
Draws his dreams from your soul - bleeding minds into sand The year of the fear has arrived decades too late And our right to stand and fight is now
in his hand Draws his dreams from your soul bleeding minds into sand The years of the fear has arrived decades too late And our right to stand and fight
