We all have some kind of faith
We want more, to be in a better place
We hear voices always giving good advice
We have no choices, we've just gotta fight the fight
But who's making up our minds?
Do we do whatever they decide?
Guns and ammunition, is that what we need?
To beat them to submission, to satisfy our greed?
It's for the greater good, they want us to believe
But will guns and ammunition set us free?
Set us free?
Set us free?
Visions of a future paradise
Beginnings, pictures of a better life
A new creation, imaginations running wild
Is it fantasy, something we'll never find?
Are we the ones to decide?
Ones to decide?
We need to make up our own minds
Guns and ammunition, is that what we need?
To beat them to submission, to satisfy our greed?
It's for the greater good, they want us to believe
But will guns and ammunition set us free?
A change is coming, if we just believe
We can't keep running and let them take the lead
But who's making up our minds?
Making up our minds?
Do we do whatever they decide?
Guns and ammunition, is that what we need?
To beat them to submission, to satisfy our greed?
It's for the greater good, they want us to believe
But will guns and ammunition set us free?
Set us free?"