Information, mess, culture
Too angry to reserve a place to stand in the box
The box of my family's wills
All the time I've wasted, the time I've burnt to tell:
"I am free"
I'll destroy you, before you kill me!
I want to cry like a child and still play with my mind
I want to hear the voice going out and
Free to make my own choice
Being pure as I was when I hit that ball
Unaware of the future
Tied with a noose from my future
All the time I've wasted, the time I've burnt to tell:
"I'm free"
I'll destroy you before, you kill me!
Give me back my time!