Value of Freedom
Is this the state of satisfaction and prosperity
Do we think that's the world how it should be
Values and ideals despised and infested with hypocrisy
Sold to a system measuring lives in currency

Self inflicted hell
Born from greed and apathy
Our eyes wide shut still not able to see
When our ignorance is feeding their lust for power blood and gold

What is the value of freedom when the soul has been sold

Peace and freedom what scorn lies in these words
Their true meaning is hidden under a layer of dirt

A glorious utopia created by minds of pure fatality
Only a tool to create willing slaves of economic prosperity

Destruction and torment a price far too high
But the drums of war are beating again
Once again once again and again
Self inflicted hell
Born from greed and apathy
Our eyes wide shut still not able to see
When our ignorance is feeding their lust for power blood and gold

What is the value of freedom when the soul has been sold

The truth was buried long ago
As well as the people who told
Soon we will perish on our greed
Have we disregarded our beliefs