A song somehow speaks the truth
When it claims we're not machines
Assembled to make a lot of money
Where is the light, the Soul
Buried under centuries of ego
Craving for more and more touch
I shiver in the cold of desires
What multitudes of sin have I
Accumulated in the land of nether
Breal free into an ideal destiny
With the sun on my face, freedom
Is not that far away from here
Swimming against the tide of time
Every thrust is a revolution
Of change waiting to take place
So help me string the chords
Of this song of salvation now
I have had enough of sounds
Proclaiming deliverance, loud
Of high decibels and headaches
Written words waiting for a tune
All I need, is a mind set free
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