Strike The Colors - A Theory текст песни

It was the spirit of an age
An unforgiving time
The start of a lie

Given birth in revolution
A false pretense of liberty
I am assailed by distractions
When seeing freedom as a theory

The moment we broke away
There was limitless potential
To establish a future
For the whole and not the few

Locked in these patterns
Break away
Break away

It was the spirit of an age
An unforgiving time
The start of a lie

Given birth in revolution
A false pretense of liberty
I am assailed by distractions
When seeing freedom as a theory

The answer is a thought that which provokes the evolution of the mind
Time is not relative to you
There is no golden age
There is no golden age