[bad word] mind of mine
they call it a new way of thinking
i'll [bad word] a man in no time
it's the system that's controlling my moves
hiding from this is a crime

i can't let the morality down
i can't let myself soft
i have no time of my own
they're watching me and
making me sure I follow orders
i serve my country, my town

constant reminding we're gonna last
is what I hear in patriotica speeches
"we must protect our homeland"
even if I don't want to, I'm not asked
even if I don't care, i'm forced

i'm paying my dept to elderly
i'm honoring the ones, who died
i'm earning my place in society
i'm a part of this national spine
while I'm not sure of the side

and even though they're
probably trying to avoid me feel,
i still do nothing else but that,
i still do nothing else but that

it's a cornered love,
it's a fight against the world
but we try and we try and we try,
it was never meant to work
pain doesn't go by, it's easier for mind
heart finds it harder to survive

three months of agony, and i get out
for the first time, free evening
air of freedom dryes my mouth
it's not like i wear jeans or something
personality has been teared down

i'm a marked man when I walk around
it's easy with spotty disguise
i'm a thing, a thing without
identity, not supposed to recognise
or separate me from the crowd

yes, it's a fast-food dinner
you came with such a short notice
is that what I prayed for, at nights
is that what I hoped out of this
meet you here under those lights