Most days I cry,
Others I shout.
But from what I know,
I’ll never be truly alive.
For I’m locked up, with metal chains
Like a slave

Most days I yell,
Most days I scream.
Others I fall down weeping,
I sometimes ask myself:
Should I commit suicide or should I run away?
I’ve got to do one of those if I want to live

I’m running wild
I’m running free.
But when I look at my hands,
I see the stained blood.
I see the freedom keeper lying where he should be.
The police cars are outside
Investigating the crime.
I had to do it. I had to **** him.
Or I would have been imprisoned forever,
Like my sister who had to killed herself

I run free and I am.
I jump free
I fly free, who couldn’t be any freer
I’ve just found the key of being free.
I’m up there if you want to know
With my sister who I wanted so badly with me

Don’t take this as advice
But the key to freedom is in my hands
Up there where I fly