Freedom R.I.P

There is something different here

There is something different here

There is something different here

There is something different here

There is something different here

There is something different here

Caught in a game of force and fighting

You are to choose your side

Looking for reflection and the answer

Looking for reflection and the answer

We've got to be together

We are accused, we have to choose

We have to make things differently

There is something different here

There is something different here

There is something different here

There is something different here

There is something different here

There is something different here

Wisdom comes when we have to choose

Right from wrong, right from wrong

We can make a difference

To change it all, change it all

We can make a difference

Let's change it all, change it all

Freedom might remain a myth

Until we claim it

Now that I have put my gun down

For almost obvious reasons

The enemy is still here and visible

My barrel does not define the target now

Let my hand work, my mouth sing, my pencil write

About the same thing my bullet aimed at