Dead Can Dance

In times of great vexation
When one must choose between whats right and wrong
Freedom, so they say,
Amounts to the choices you have made
Through all the arbitrary rationale concerning liberty
Freedom, I must say,
Exists within unconditioned minds
Reason has come of age
How can you be satisfied with things the way they are
When all that surrounds us now and so much more
Remains inside the keepers dark embrace?
The insatiable thirst for power has made
Idols out of mortals, gods into clay