So you think that you've gone back
To a state of certain madness
And you find it very hard to believe it so
But the moment will arise
When you sing with joy and gladness
And the trappings of the dawn
They will let you go
Free, from the situation, going on and on
Free, from the situation, going on and on
When the sun melts into night
And the darkness sets around me
I lay down on my bed, and fly
In the morning when I rise
Even more it will astound me
I'll open my eyes and dream
Free, from the situation, created by men
Free, from corrupted nations, let me say it again
Free, from the world's deception, going on and on
Free, to sing my song
"Enough!" he cried, "enough!"
Amidst the burning rubble and the debris of agony
And the chaos that erupted with the violence of
madmen.
"Enough!" he cried, ...
Where the nations leaders stood amongst the
populace of the faithless,
And the smiles of fortune were cast in gold!
And the inheritance of their forefathers stood
as a monument of suicide!
"The smell!" he cried, "the smell!"
"I am witness to the damnation
And have seen the contributors of freedom's end!
When the decision of few, made in secret,
Have raped and ravaged those who would lay down
willingly!
Like a whore unto the universe!"
"Enough!" he cried,
"My people have laid waste the gift of life and
freedom, and have worshipped
an abomination,
And have left the spirit of the land with remorse
and desolation!"
Trying, Lord I'm trying, Lord I'm trying
Trying, trying, trying, trying ...
Trying to be free
Fighting to be free
Don't you know that freedom is the key
Until all nations arise
And be strong and just in my eyes
While a part of me dies for them
Until then I'll be set free
By the magic of my own mind
As I lay on my bed and dream
Free, from the situation, created by men
Free, from corrupted nations, let me say it again
Free, from the world's deception, going on and on
Free, to sing my songs