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