Is anybody really free, prisoners of the strange society    Why is it we're forced to be products of the new reality    Drifting through time and space    and all the while    Feeling out of place    I'm out of reach    Waiting for the time to come    And every second always on the run    Looking for love once more    Then turning back and closing every door    Thinking that what might have been    Had that itch not gotten 'neath your skin       Praying to an idol sign    Believing this can keep your dream alive    Worried 'bout the waste of youth    Hoping that with age there will come truth    Dying to get out in time    Before the shadows start to cloud your mind