Dead Can Dance A Design For Living
In times of great vexation
when one must choose between what's right and wrong
freedom, so they say,
amounts to but the choices you have made!
Through all the arbitrary
rationale concerning liberty,
freedom, I must say,
exists within unconditioned minds!
Reason...
has come of age.
How can you be satisfied
with things the way they are
when all that surrounds us now
and so much more
remains inside
the keeper's dark embrace?
The insatiable
thirst for power has made
idols out of mortals
gods into clay
soldiers into heros
children into slaves!
All damned
desires
their hopes betrayed.
Who will suffer the laws,
that State can decide your
child's education,
unless you pay the price?
Refrain:
Who will suffer their laws?
Who will suffer their minds?
Who will suffer their words?
Who will suffer their designs?