Die Philosophie der Freiheit

Just another day

You look up to heavens and pray

For things you will never have

Frightened of the hell flames

Never realizing

You are already in hell

You could have all

You never heard the call

Now you have no voice

The sound of the blade

Is the last thing you will hear

Call for Isa

But he’s not here

Now you know

Your end is near

No more disguises,no more lies

I know what I am,I know what you are

The game has gone too far

There is no return

From the broken jar

Walking amongst the crowd

Yet still alone

The eternal paradox

The crowd don’t yell out loud

They have nothing to be proud

You could have all

You wasted all the opportunities

Now I will make you all disappear

Now my food is your fear

Now your end is near

Everything is clear

Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!-Patrick Henry