
Everyone always follows in line Never thinking to turn on the light Time passes, all seems fine Everything happens are night Rights are none and ruling all The Libertation - a name to fool How could all men break free Entwined by thoughts they do not know Such greatness they could be Yet they are forced deep down low Sight is hidden in plain view Talked about by very few 'Everyone must follow our ways! Matilda Luther, count your last days!'All Rights Reserved