Freedom is only a hallucination
That waits at the edge of the distant horizon
And we are all strangers in global illusion
Wanting and needing impossible heaven
Chasing the dream, as they swim out to sea
The mirage ahead says that they can be free
Become lost in delusion drowning their reason
Swept on by the current of selfish ambition
Frightened ashamed and afraid of the blame
The questions are screaming, the answers are hiding
The sickness is growing, distracted condition
You can feel the disgust, and smell the confusion
Lying, insane, getting soaked in the rain
Draining the sky of the guilt and the shame
The nightmare is coming the clouds are descending
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