The End Of Freedom

Here is the news,
the same lies, same abuse,
And I'm broken, so broken.

God bless you all,
cause the bank will recall,
we're slaves, poor slaves, under control.

if you ever lose connection,
please remember this is not my fault.
and it's not imagination,
this could be the end of freedom...

We pay with blood,
in return we get mad,
I am tired, so tired.

They write the laws,
we obey to the Lords,
I am working for nothing all day long.

if you ever lose connection,
please remember this is not my fault.
and it's not imagination,
this could be the end of freedom...

there are no heroes left to fight with us.
we have to take on to relieve the pain.
No money, no regrets, there won’t be even fame,
It’s up to you to save this world from this game.

if you ever lose connection,
please remember this is not my fault.
and it's not imagination,
this could be the end of freedom...