It's hard to go away From somewhere you're free to go. It's hard to do anything If you're almighty God. It's hard to see a thing In snarling information stream. So you're just sitting here, Staring in your life's blue screen.
Chorus That's what 'freedom' really means 8th of seven mortal sins When you'll drink it till last drop It is time to gather you as a crop. x2
Fear dome of freedom You're in one for good Exit isn't hidden But you're just not in mood. You're just not in mood.
Temporary relief Isn't happiness. Believe in tomorrow Till your very death. Ha-ha-ha!
It is hard to go 'way If you're not restrained And you're thanking Jesus For you are not in pain
That's what 'freedom' really means 8th of seven mortal sins When you'll drink it till last drop It is time to gather you as a crop Of Fear dome of freedom!