Taxed into submission On every aspect of our lives On water On food On gasoline They tax us on our dreams No matter how hard we try To gather wealth through working The strictly observed bureaucracies Take away our earnings Taxed on air I could not breathe Taxation on rain My deserts forming Crops will die The sun keeps burning In the pit of my stomach Hunger Groaning Silently drifting despair  Too the four winds calling Infinity takes the sounds to her heart Taxation should be falling AGL