We're going backwards Into the sin of self-neglect What do we stand for? It's very easy to forget The protest marches Is it the done thing to object? So where's the freedom? Your conscience hangs around your neck Where's the freedom? We're going crazy With paranoia, fear, and greed Accepting standards Believing what we hear and read And when we think we've sussed out a new reality But is this freedom just another hand from which we feed? Where's the freedom? We're going nowhere In vicious circles we gyrate The new sub-culture With cliches painted on their face We cannot see past The elitest barriers we create We reject the system But put another in it's place Where's the freedom