Secret plots and whispered conversations
They've drawn down their lines in the sand
My limbs and legs dance in painted mirth
For the strings are in their hands
But a part of mine has escaped their eyes
The smouldering flame, the closet arsonist
Parched with a desire, to set the world on fire
Tired and old, tied in a fold, the soul begins to resist
I know,
They'll come with sharpened claws
and hardened steel
But like a snake, I'll escape,
I will shed my skin
I'll crawl through the crevice
that they've never seen
They can't stop me forever
Yes - I'll be free!
The smell of incense and the sound of bells
do not appeal to the senses any longer
For the messengers swoop down like vultures
and I sense I am outnumbered
They're all cut from the same cloth,
Gloating authority and feigning wisdom
Unnecessary absolution awaits in their arms
should the sinner kneel before their Gods
I know,
They'll come with righteous preachment
and medicine
But like a rebel in defiance
I'll bathe in sin
They will pray, say, everyday -
that I am sick
They can't stop me forever
Oh I'll be free!
My pen does not understand the pangs of hunger
It does not feel the need to be polite
It dances to the tune of the chaos in my mind
It moves like a runaway kite
You know,
They want a people of marionettes,
to make promises they never keep
They want to keep us in separate boxes,
So that we may never meet -
They will try to take our languages,
Censor the truths we speak
But they can not stop us forever
This world is ours, and we'll be free.
Just you see.
gimme my country back.
