Is this freedom
Or a collective heart attack?
Is this a new beginning
Or an illusion turned to black?
No moving back, no moving forth
Still postponing a meltdown that happened long ago
Have we fallen out of memory
Are we too petrified to dance to our own melody?
The misery in the streets is the sight of a dead end street in history
Is this the end, a collateral damage or productive disharmony?
As they close up the borders the horizon is shut down
If you're inside you'll dry out, if you're outside you will drown
There are no tales left to tell
We have forgotten the stories
Forgotten the time when there still was a tomorrow
The skies are bare of any guiding star to follow
We still wear the cloak that became an iron cage
As if it were the honour of our race
The self-righteous lost their triumphant conceit
Their sole victory became our common defeat
Do we still think this will end for good
While there is yet no ground beneath our foot
Is this freedom
Or a collective heart attack?
Is this a new beginning
Or an illusion turned to black?
No moving back, no moving forth
Still postponing a meltdown that happened long ago
Have we fallen out of memory
Or are we too petrified to dance to our own melody?
This system has survived its decline
Haunted by revenants of a self-forgotten time
We are told that our fulfillment's to be
Found in the grinder of demand and supply
We should rejoice in contributing our share
To an enterprise that right from the start was as lie
Inequality and injustice for all
This utopia is gone awry
The revenants of our downfall
Haunting our numb memory
Is this freedom
Or a collective heart attack?
Is this a new beginning
Or is the end just turning back?
Now we are forced to see that this never ran straight
That from the very beginning it was already too late
Do we want the freedom
Which we have decreed?