Weather I'm sedated or isolated,
These thoughts can't be faded,
From dark days into dark daze,
It doesn't matter cuz you still a slave,
Is your will really your own,
Or is it under someone else's control,
Is this your way of life,
Or just another way to die,
Is this what you've hope for,
To live in fear and to wage war,
To die in conflicts that're worldwide,
Can we even find a right side,
Or is right just a state of mind,
That is forced upon the willingly blind,
Stop the pride, find the time,
Look to the sky and see the signs...