People go to the wars
to kill their enemies
but when we kill our friends
we call it peace

Paradoxical speakers
for the third world war
give me a new way to
my freedom to come

Soldiers are betrayed
by their leaders
and the streets are plently
with politicans

Prophecy brought us
up to disaster
prostitution lead us
to this Heavens garden

Take my hand and be my friend
take my soul away, so far away
Take my hand and be my side
take my soul to the place where the evil cry

Freedom! A word that
everyone could say
Prison! A place where my soul lays!

Damned I've been
and i have to be
Escape my soul
from new lands misery!

There`s no freedom
taken by speeches
so take my soul
where i don`t know!

Take my hand and be my friend
take my soul away, so far away
Take my hand and be my side
take my soul to the place where the evil cry

Freedom! A word that
everyone could say
Prison! A place where my soul lays!