Here comes a whisper, machine to machine, from across the sea, lighting up the scene
Here comes a whisper, machine to machine, from across the sea, lighting up the scene
Many years later, life is just a fader, this government is not our own, turning us to dust and bone
Many years later, life is just a fader, this government is not our own, turning us to dust and bone

I don't want to be enslaved. No, I don't want to be enslaved
I don't want to be enslaved. No, I don't want to be enslaved
Whispers of revolution
Come on out. Out of your cave

And I don't want to be enslaved. No, I don't want to be enslaved
I don't want to be enslaved. No, I don't want to be enslaved
I don't want to be enslaved