Woorden: Final Fight. 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
Made 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
So set me free and I'll be worthwhile
Once stopped dreaming and 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
So set me free, and I'll be worthwhile