Damned for the thoughts of a free man Forseeming the lies Forseeming just too late to flee Inescapable eyes Now ruling hands press out the new breed Prototype or mankind Invasion goes closer I'm caught in the middle of the blind Once was a land, land of the free Once was a chance but they burn around to see Too late for your last stand Too late for the taking is at hand Prisoners of mind Reaching the end of the line our lands to the ripper While all our free will is captured encaged Taming hall circles and never completing this game Once was a land, land of the free Once was a chance but they burn around to see Too late for your last stand Too late for the taking is at hand Prisoners of mind reaching the end of the line