Vapauden harha - Indy Angel

THE FALLACY OF FREEDOM the freedom of this world is like plus and minus and the result is zero if I undressed myself to be naked however, I cannot be free if absolutely anywhere I moved there are guards on their heels and with two steps in mind I was excited is to make a mark in the minds of those there is power in this world with secret slavers they give us the lie of freedom and watch over us at the bunker we bear the yoke of the slave and then we look like criminals if we longingly look at the shore of freedom and I guess we’ll look for relief in the evening Everything you think about yourself it’s all just the power of delusion if the winds of freedom blow from somewhere they are just the stain of an evil system all the things you hear elsewhere yes, the system gnaws at all of them only empty lips flutter in the wind it’s all just a lie, an illusion The name of freedom is twisted differently now to sneer at the former happiness if I could get real freedom those of our enslavers will take longer so it has been changed to criminal if I can manage by normal means I’m just roaring and cursing in the mud, Sorkin is the giver of freedom, the powerful other this is what we are advised to do here ett by giving up your freedom you can protect the climate in good weather but they say everything with the force of a lie If you give up, you’re very far away in the minds of the bosses, under the slippers but it’s better to sit alone on the ground as if you were at the grave of freedom