A living world of lies,
Seething, writhing, twisted.
Our innocence masks the truth,
Never to be told.

Inconceivable walls
sheltering, "protecting" from sweet freedom.

The truth will set us free?
Pray tell, what is this truth, oh lord?
Shall we bow to your great holiness,
And beg on hands and knees?

Let us out! we pray;
We will starve in this windowless prison,
These walls that hide the sun
From our unseeing eyes.