Is it still freedom?
When my lips can still
Speak words but can't feel
How these words make sense
'Cause my soul is trapped
Under the grasp of
An insomniac.

Is it still freedom?
When I let go of
the hand cuffs that bind
All my sanity
But curses dig deep
Till my final sleep
Unless I defy.

Is it still freedom?
To love the unloved
And appreciate more
Of the worst to come
They all do agree
But go try the flame
No one will remain.

Is it still freedom?
To smile all anew
After the worst strain
For there is nothing
To cry about in
A world full of shame
And false compromise.

Is it freedom?
To live while you're dead
To hear when you're deaf
To speak when all mute
And walk with fine shoes
Gems and ropes and all
Go hide, velvet soul!