Crosses

It's not important, just to want your freedom 
Just because you think so 
It's just not going to happen, just the way you like it 
Just because you want it 
Draw a breath, its science fiction, it's an illusion 
Thought control, misinformation, mister integration
There's just not that many crosses I can bear
It's the ones you can't recall that count the most
And if you can't remember, all your charitable acts, They've gone into hiding 
let's hope that they come out On the horror of your judgment day.