Rebel against what you think isn't right
They've taken our freedom and corrupted our minds
And angered our souls
All for the sake of their own will
And we are all machines
But I'm tired of being a copy of someone else
And I'm tired of living a life of misery
Put my tenth bottle to the ground
What are we livng for?
A chance to be alive?
What are we living for?
A chance to die?
But the thought of life is what keeps me alive
There's no time for apologies now
There's no time to kiss our feet now
There's no time to make it up to us now
Freedom will never be ours
Corporate slaves, singing their favourite song, but it's all the same, lonely sweater in the road (isn't that shauna's?), crumpled paper, pens and pencils, your life flashes before you, but we're all the same
Does myself have a meaning anymore?
Or is the meaning; someone else?
Because all I feel like is another doll on the shelf
Everyone's a tool, we're all tools, mere toys, useful for ten minutes of grade one, time passes by, we march on to the same beat, but not for long
I will break free
Of this system in which they keep me
No more being myself
If myself is someone else
I want to be noone
So i can never be bought again
And we march again, but now I march to a beat of my own
It's over now
Freedom won.