The fears of an idealistic societynStrike down the individualnMoral oppression of cival rightsnDenial of our so called freedom increasingnnEccentricity, is our cry of strugglenEchoes from the Tower battlementsnLet them cast those who oppose the systemnInto the dark deep cells of insanitynnWe shall escape this asylum, batter the walls of stonenBitter farewell to the asylum, social resistancennEvade the elite armed forcesnWho mindlessly scan this vastnessnIf discovered, use death as a first resortnDisregard the rotten stench