Freedom isn’t free
But all we want is more
When all the world can see
Is just another casualty of war
Between methodical submissions
To our ideals placed on hold
We’re all zombies walking aimlessly
Doing what we’re told
But I can sense the future
Past the horizon up ahead
No longer am I filled with hope
No, instead I’m filled with lead
Working for the minimum
Hungry, trying to get fed