Freedom is torture, Freedom is chaos

Where have all our votes gone?
Where have all the hopes gone?
Where have all the dreams gone?
Where have all the plans gone?

As a morning dew evaporates by the summer heat,
or the silence disappears by the rush hour traffic
of mosquitoes from hell
oh my dear, they ring the bells
the bells of hell
You are left with a dried state of mind
a numbness in your bones
a tormented soul
and a sickening feeling churning in your gut

Freedom is chaos
as order is a prison
Freedom is torture
as tomorrow never comes

Order in chaos or a misguided trust?
when logic is defected,
and the smell of fear rushes over the remains of the burnt garbage
from last night’s riots in the street

How can an order in chaos manifest?
Manifest?
Into an open field of thought?

Breakout, seek out a brand new day
Breakout, seek out a different way

Freedom is torture
Freedom is chaos.