Inclination of direction walk the turned and twisted rift. With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift. Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry. Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die. Won't you help me Mr. Jesus won't you tell me if you can?. When you see this world we live in do you still believe in Man?. If my songs become my freedom and my freedom turns to gold. Then I'll ask the final question if the answer could be sold. Well that's my story and I'm sticking to it. 'Cause I've got no reason to lie yeah. Forget your problems that don't even exist. And I'll show you a way to get high oh yeah. Oh yeah!. So come along you know you matter to me. Remember freedom is not hard to find yeah. Time to stop all your messing around. Don't you think that I know my own mind oh yeah. Oh yeah!. Why can't you believe it's not here to perceive. Do you always have to be told yeah. For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought. Life's entire answer was sold oh yeah. Oh yeah!.