Woorden: Final Fight. Half Head, Full Shred. T.S..

set sail today
since fifteen I'm tired of being forced on these knees
stolen from my loves
countless empty days justified with pay
the less I care the more I feel
the more I'm absent, my youth it heals
I never wanted to be locked in a cage
meant to be a puppet with ever growing rage
life reduced down to the simplest of forms
where the battle fought with hunger is the only war
set me free and I'll be worthwhile

once stopped dreaming
once started thinking
You could not
tie me down to keep me from leaving

so many times I tried to bite back before teething
you'll have to scramble my brain to keep me from leaving

set me free and I'll be worthwhile