Among the matted walls
the painted dolls
the cold crashes
timbered against us
fought to constrain us
thought they would rain us

but what fools
among these tools
we are what we are
no bonds
may bound us
no cage constrain

our lives
are open to take flight
to rule the night
we have it inside us

our release
begins not with constraint
our release
is a phantom

our release,
Our Release!