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?