- cifra
A state of grace, untouched, untraced
A ritual of passage
And from the earth
Unbound at birth, you came a noble savage
Rousseau is following me, following me
Following me down to the ladders
Oh, are we really born free?
Are we born free
Or just born again?
And you think you feel
Yeah you think you'll be
Your own kind philosophy
But he's followin' me
Fresh rain, like blood, like blood
Upon a stark and asperjungle
You sense these things
Remembering
The safety of the dark
Such fantastic beasts
Roamin' city streets
'Til it takes your hand and sets you free
Rousseau is following me, following me
Following me down to the ladders
Oh, are we really born free?
Are we born free
Or just born again?
And you think you feel
Yeah you think you'll be
Your own kind philosophy
But he's followin' me
Such fantastic beasts
Roamin' city streets
Glorious machines
Sigh release
Rousseau is following me, following me
Following me down to the ladders
Oh, are we really born free?
Are we born free
Or just born again?
And you think you feel
Yeah you think you'll be
Your own kind philosophy
But he's following me
