People say I’m free.
I’m as free as a bird with clipped wings.
It’s hard to be independent when you’re trapped,
Caged by everything..
Do you honestly believe your lies?
How can be sure they’re true?
Or are you so used to fibbing
That you’ve managed to fool you?
No sir, I won’t be fooled
Not by you, or me
Or the people who think
That I can be free
It’s a wonder, really,
How we can convince ourselves
That lies are truths.
You can keep your “liberty”
I’ll take the freedom that never was.
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