It’s not important, just to want your freedom
Just because you think so
It’s just not going to happen, just the way you like it
Just because you want it
Draw a breath, its science fiction, it’s an illusion
Thought control, misinformation, mister integration
There’s just not that many crosses I can bear
It’s the ones you can’t recall that count the most
And if you can’t remember, all your charitable acts, They’ve gone into hiding
let’s hope that they come out On the horror of your judgment day.