Could there be freedom for the ones? Who live their lives with loaded guns? Who wish their foes to die in pain So there can be more wealth to gain They do not know, that time has come They do not know, cause they got numb That now they pay their fuel with blood So they don’t have to walk the mud They think they bleed for charity But they have lost their clarity Their sense for quality has ceased While their dumb arrogance increased For them this is the moral tide A time when thieves don’t need to hide When values loose all relevance For minds confused by elegance Potentials die before they wake Then progress stops and worlds will brake Then freedom would be lost again With millions of the bravest men