Break Free

Break Free

We live in a world of clones and puppets,
Of mindless slaves serving Master Wealth.

They notice not the painted mimes
That cry in silent anguish;
Nor hear the laughter of innocent children,
For innocent, they say there are none.

"All are damned, accursed!" they say,
We are all condemned to the fires of Hell.
For in this world of the devil's marionettes,
We are forbidden from freedom, individuality.

Well spit upon the world's corruption!
Stand tall when others bow!
For I say there is another way,
And if you listen, so there shall be.

I speak my mind when others are silent,
I prophesize the wonders of sedition.

In a world of doppelgangers and oblivious slaves,
Serve not the Masters of money!

Dare to part your lips to speak,
Dare to hear the children's laughter!
Save the mimes from their silent Hell,
Lest your fate should be the same!

There is Freedom in originality,
Rapture in innocent life.
Remember, my friends, the words I speak,
And bare your backside to Satan's lips.

Serve not money, nor lust, nor superficial dogma,
But instead look deep within your soul.
Should you search but far enough, you'll find,
The will to break from society's mold.

Break from the framework of the world's corruption,
And embrace the majesty of a love-filled life.