Imprisoned Freedom - Purified In Blood

In this blinded world i’m afraid of tomorrow

You can’t see yourself because the mirror is broken

Shattered remains reflect the product

Of our constant consumption

This sadistic culture has shackled resistance

And forced us deeper into desperation

Abandoning reason as we accept treason

The clothes on our backs — sown by bleeding hands

The flesh you eat — grown on stolen land

This foul stench of deceit will not die until we are free

There is no time for reconsolidation

We have imprisoned freedom

I can’t digest and i can’t accept the words unleashed

When you preach about what is wrong and what is right

When lies are justified through modified divine rights

Left to find new ways to regain our freedom

Guerrilla warfare — the last hope for liberation