I'm beginning to question what they promised me I'm beginning to recognize that this freedom feels like slavery 'Cause when I try to let go of what they hand to me My hands turn into fists These chains tighten round my wrists, oh
I heard a story about a girl Our eyes are the same color Her words painted a different world That brought freedom like no other, oh
Feels like I'm waking up The fight or flight response is stirring up
The terrible mistake Misjudging all your motives We're not doomed Our fathеr's fate God rest his soul You show them Thеy've made a terrible mistake Misjudging all your motives
