Damned for the thoughts of a free man
Forseeming the lies
Forseeming just too late to flee
Inescapable eyes
Now ruling hands press out the new breed
Prototype or mankind
Invasion goes closer
I'm caught in the middle of the blind

Once was a land, land of the free
Once was a chance
But they burn around to see

Too late for your last stand
Too late for the taking is at hand
Prisoners of mind
Reaching the end of the line

Our lands to the ripper
While all our free will is captured encaged
Taming hall circles
And never completing this game

Once was a land, land of the free
Once was a chance
But they burn around to see

Too late for your last stand
Too late for the taking is at hand
Prisoners of mind
Reaching the end of the line