Sometimes life can be rather complicated,
being often more complex than we all anticipated.
Being eighteen isn't all it could be,
cause growing up means you are no longer free.
Take a look around from the sky to the soil,
everybody somewhere is in some sort of turmoil.
When you are young, you still have a choice,
but once you grow up no one hears your voice.
We watch what we say, just in case it offends,
it's not reciprocated and society bends.
If I have an opinion, well I'm gonna tell you,
and if that's not enough, ill tell your friends too.
In the everyday world, you could cut the tension with a knife,
it's like once you become an adult, you forfeit your life.
You give your voice and your freedom, to the ones who hold power,
they could destroy you in an instant, like a delicate flower.
They lie through their teeth, our foundation's undone
an absolute disgrace to the ole Rising Sun.
Our votes do not count, but were not s'pose to know,
that they're already chosen from the get go.
Its a coverup, conspiracy, its one big scandal,
'cause the real truth seems to be just too much to handle.
One day we'll rise up and we'll all make a stand,
and I'll have my freedom of speech, placed back in my hand.
