Young man, atheist
There's someone there
You can't see in lights
Young man, Naturalist
Your eyes are heavy
From sleepless nights
Feed the conflict into your head
Young man, atlas
There are places
Without ground of reality
Young man nihilist
Dematerialize
The prediction of insanity
Just feed the conflict into your head
Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open
Affraid to put the words onto paper
Affraid of the gates
About to crack open
Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru
Are you north or south bound?
It's all up to you
It's so up to you
Just feed the conflict into your head
Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open
Affraid to put the words onto paper
Affraid of the gates
About to crack open
Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru
Are you north or south bound?
It's all up to you
It's so up to you
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