Sometime I’ve to snap
Something has to give
The way I have been
Is just no way to live

Out there in the black
Somewhere in my blue
Lies my way back, to
Where my dreams knew

Shackles are gilded, in freedom
But mediocrity serves as key
Here brave are usually lonesome
And genius oft on its knee

I did not ask them directions
Still they put blinders on me
Now my ride is insurrection
And tariff of payback is free