Robbed of my freedom

Ripped of my soul

Torn from my rhythm

Forced in a fucking mold

Robbed of my freedom

Ripped of my soul

Torn from my rhythm

Forced in a fucking mold

Robbed of my freedom

Ripped of my soul

Torn from my rhythm

Forced in a fucking mold

Robbed of my freedom

Ripped of my soul

Torn from my rhythm

Forced in a fucking mold

Drowned in corrupted bonds

My soul made of gold

My mind of titanium

And body of a tungsten core

Imagination like a hurricane storm

Tearing up the ceilings and the fucking floor

Goin buck wild like savage leapords or starved boars

They hunt me down for knockin down doors

Robbed of my freedom

Ripped of my soul

Torn from my rhythm

Forced in a fucking mold

Left to wander the earth on my own

Left to wonder whats the point without a soul

Havin it all

Meant i had nothing at all

Shackles looked better when i took them off

And then my mind knew

Like opening my eyes to a sky full of stars

Galaxies, moons and nebulas from afar