Nostalgia crawls up my door,
So I hide behind the entrance and
Slit her throat with my dire retention.
O, Sweet Liberty,
Can I really be free?

Now a buzzing in my ear,
A perpetual ringing in my ear,
Is that smirking ridicule I hear?
I’m not permitted sovereignty ‘cause
Cruel slavery ceaselessly quiets me –

Always scoffing, forever mocking,
Autonomy swallows my fuming misery
And spikes it with bittersweet Reality.
O, Sweet Liberty,
I’ll never get to dance with thee!