Are we at fault for being born
Onto grounds of shattered hopes
Into a world of paradise lost
Dare to dream but pay the cost
Eyes open wide from your Mother's womb
Your sheltered room
To clouds of despair
Gloom everywhere
Doom are we dumb
Come feel the free
Live love play with me
Could it ever be
Crazy no maybe so
We're so sane it makes them afraid
But isn't that just their charade
Why cover in their kennels why pace in their pens
Why sit content with slaughter while they're feasting in their dens
When their angry cries get no replies
Is it life or just the stereotype
The endless cacophony of mechanical gripe
Or this commodity of freedom that they despise