作词 : Cederlund Young man, atheist There's someone there you can't see in light Young man, naturalist Your eyes are heavy from sleepless nights Feed the conflict into your head Young man, atlas There are places without ground of reality Young man, nihilist Dematerialize prediction of insanity Nihilist, nihilist, nihilist, nihilist Nihilist, nihilist, nihilist Just feed the conflict into your head Freedom is just a state of mind Asleep with dead eyes open Afraid to put words onto paper Afraid of the gates about to crack open Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass through Were you north or south bound? It's all up to you It's so up to you Just feed the conflict into your head Freedom is just a state of mind Asleep with dead eyes open Afraid to put words onto paper Afraid of the gates about to crack open Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass through Were you north or south bound? It's all up to you So up to you