Young man, atheist    There's someone there    You can't see in lights    Young man, Naturalist    Your eyes are heavy    From sleepless nights       Feed the conflict into your head       Young man, atlas    There are places    Without ground of reality    Young man nihilist    Dematerialize    The prediction of insanity       Just feed the conflict into your head       Freedom is just a state of mind    Asleep with dead eyes open    Affraid to put the words onto paper    Affraid of the gates    About to crack open       Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru    Are you north or south bound?    It's all up to you    It's so up to you       Just feed the conflict into your head       Freedom is just a state of mind    Asleep with dead eyes open    Affraid to put the words onto paper    Affraid of the gates    About to crack open       Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru    Are you north or south bound?    It's all up to you    It's so up to you