Death is Preferable to Question

Come along my dear
come sit alone with me
let me tell you a truth
about creation

Every choice has a cost
everything you gain is lost
and death is preferable
to question.

The old'uns built us a jail
inside this cage in which we all live
they knew you had to cage even
restriction

Freedom is a myth, you see
in real life it can never be
and death is preferable
to question.

I came from the fields
I thought the world was flowers
But flowers wilt and fields become land
And for land you fight
and for land you die
as children die to satisfy desire

With conscience clean we can return
to our cells and just imagine
We say it's just, we know it's just
oppression

Man will never give up on his kings
He will never see the path
And death is preferable
to question

I came from the fields
I thought the world was flowers
But flowers wilt and fields become land
And for land you fight
and for land you die
as children die to satisfy desire