When will we be free
So full of anger
Bullet in the chamber
Follow blind don't use your head
We'll protest til' we're fucking dead
The sickness is our own
When will we be free
So full of anger
Hate disguised as candor
Follow blind don't use your head
Cover up your eyes instead
When will we be free
When will we be free
Feeling incompletely
Dark, our ankles
Tied to falling anchors
The sickness is our own