Freedom is a drug,
one last drop of a final horizon,
arsenic on the skin, in your eyes, down your throat.

Its poisonous,
deadly in its life giving.
It gives a world to live in,
a peaceful anarchy,
a day with sunlight.

But it is a drug,
it's an addiction,
as a race, an existence,
we are addicted.

We can't stop,
we'll run into the sun until we burn.
We will all die, crying with joy,
fighting our entire lives,
tied down by our longing for freedom.