I'm beginning to question what they promised me
I'm beginning to recognize that this freedom feels like slavery
'Cause when I try to let go of what they hand to me
My hands turn into fists
These chains tighten round my wrists, oh

I heard a story about a girl
Our eyes are the same color
Her words painted a different world
That brought freedom like no other, oh

Feels like I'm waking up
The fight or flight response is stirring up

The terrible mistake
Misjudging all your motives
We're not doomed
Our fathеr's fate
God rest his soul
You show them
Thеy've made a terrible mistake
Misjudging all your motives