It's not important, just to want your freedom Just because you think so It's just not going to happen, just the way you like it Just because you want it Draw a breath, its science fiction, it's an illusion Thought control, misinformation, mister integration There's just not that many crosses I can bear It's the ones you can't recall that count the most And if you can't remember, all your charitable acts, They've gone into hiding let's hope that they come out On the horror of your judgment day.