Lost

What is the matter, cannot find your way? Stop then these wicked games that you play Liberium est non liberi, freedom is not free Why then can you not see, just like me? That the way to finally be found Is not to be found wanting, waiting around For someone to hold out their hand Take you off to heaven, to play in the sand. Get off of my back, get off your hind end Pray to God to release you, from your evil sin Give pause to the minds of yesterday old The gift that they gave is not ever, ever to be sold!