PERSONAL REVOLUTION:

This road to nowhere seems to be the only way
To find a place where to belong
Makes me burn all my fuel then it sells me more
It can only be paid with my soul
I jump off the road and don ‘t know where to go
In darkness I try to find myself
The lights of the city have gone but I know
I’ll soon be going to find my own way

The system is trying to put me in a box
So I can be stored properly
In those racks called “success”, “achievement”, “completion”
It looks like a coffin to me
A freshness of freedom caresses my face
But the instilled fear wants to take control
Now I see that my old thoughts were not mine
Raised to be someone else since I was born

Breaking the shell
Subliming the flesh
Feeding the soul
Transmuting hate

Freed to ascend
Anchor’s chain cut
Now we are too high
They see us small