In a thousand years no one will
need to be free.

We'll be talked out of ourselves.

Although the new us are the old
ways repackaged.

We assume the responsibilities and
find our journey done.

I know what you don't want them
to know. That democracy is farce//
A sham.

The illuxion is choice.

We are no better off now, none
of us.

Just a purse with a star.

L.O.S.T.

Yes
No
Do nothing