Let it fly and lonely cry, everybody's free
I will decide how I'll be tied, but freedom, be there for me
We'll build walls around our brain
Leave these prisons in our chains
And hold on
And I thought I had control, I tried
But now I would be satisfied
To hold on.
Tell me what to do, and I'll tell you what I'll say
My freedom will be measured by the length to which I'll disobey
Tell me where to go
And I'll freely tell you no
And I will hold on
But leave me on my own
And I'll lock these shackles to my bones
And I'll hold on.