can you see that walls as we climb the tower?
those are the borders of freedom and they give in to no power.

now we are on top, and there is that lost child..
raised by a little bit older brats he's now among them running wild.

no rules here live: each one's at least a thief.
but don't be scared of danger. oh, don't you bow to grief.

within the borders run ya free and only wishes yours obey.
"be free here or be dead there" there is no other way