Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift
With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift
violently we whisper with a liquefying cry
Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die
Won't you help me Mr. Jesus, won't
you tell me if you can?
When you see this world we live in, do you still believe in Man?
If my songs become my freedom, and my
freedom turns to gold
When I ask the final question, is the answer bought and sold?
Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to
'Cause I've got no reason to lie, yeah
Forget your problems that don't even exist
And I'll show you a way to get high, oh
So come along, you know you matter to me
Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah
Time to stop all your
Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah
Why can't you believe, it's not here to perceive
you always have to be told, yeah
For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought
Life's entire answer was sold, oh