Young man, atheist
There's someone there
You can't see in lights

Young man, Naturalist
Your eyes are heavy
From sleepless nights


Feed the conflict into your head


Young man, atlas
There are places
Without ground of reality

Young man nihilist
Dematerialize
The prediction of insanity


Just feed the conflict into your head


Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open
Affraid to put the words onto paper

Affraid of the gates
About to crack open


Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru
Are you north or south bound?
It's all up to you

It's so up to you

Just feed the conflict into your head


Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open

Affraid to put the words onto paper
Affraid of the gates
About to crack open


Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru
Are you north or south bound?

It's all up to you
It's so up to you