Imprisonment of the Mind - Peter Bjärgö

Freedom, a word made of pulverised dreams

Our dreams are the only thing we have left that they can’t take away

With my hands tied behind my back, I can only but sit down

And watch you destroy it all

Imprisonment of the mind is what they strive for

To produce an image of free will will keep us calm

But the truth is that the world gets smaller for everyday

Together with our freedom

I will hide here in the shadows

While you have your way

I will not show you my dislike

Until you ruined all