The Modern Logic of the 3rd Millennium

I ride along
The highway of peace
Tiled with good intentions
I hope to get released
I'm free on parole
But I got the same old fear
Being claimed under retention
Of a life they want me to clear

They say I've got plenty of time
To convert myself and change my mind
To the modern logic of the 3rd millennium
But I'm too young

Wise men keep saying
Boy you better beware
Though I'm getting old, now
They still don't see me as a man
They can talk so good, man
But they evilly think
You say you see war axes
They say they're pipes of peace

They say I've got plenty of time
To convert myself and change my mind
To the modern logic of the 3rd millennium

Tell me are you able to start a feeling
Are you willing to keep on paying the price you're paying
Staying awake at night
Praying it won't let you fade away
Wondering how the night can make you feel so alone

We all ride alone
The highway of dream
All escaped from the cages
Where we were forced to live
Free on parole
No one knows own crime
But it doesn't matter
We don't care a dime

We don't care how much is the time
The wise men give us to change our minds
To the modern logic of the 3rd millennium
To the modern logic of the 3rd millennium
we all are too young