Freedom, a word made of pulverised dreams.
Our dreams are the only thing we have left that they can't take away.
With my hands tied behind my back, I can only but sit down
and watch you destroy it all.
Imprisonment of the mind is what they strive for.
To produce an image of free will will keep us calm.
But the truth is that the world gets smaller for everyday,
together with our freedom.
I will hide here in the shadows
while you have your way.
I will not show you my dislike
until you ruined all.