Lyrics:

Young man, atheist There's someone there You can't see in lights Young man, Naturalist Your eyes are heavy From sleepless nights Feed the conflict into your head Young man, atlas There are places Without ground of reality Young man nihilist Dematerialize The prediction of insanity Just feed the conflict into your head Freedom is just a state of mind Asleep with dead eyes open Affraid to put the words onto paper Affraid of the gates About to crack open Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru Are you north or south bound? It's all up to you It's so up to you Just feed the conflict into your head Freedom is just a state of mind Asleep with dead eyes open Affraid to put the words onto paper Affraid of the gates About to crack open Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru Are you north or south bound? It's all up to you It's so up to you