The time you think you hold me for good
This time I choose to walk away from you
A thousand people
But I m alone
All I remember is a broken wall
Things will never be like they were before
She couldn't give me
A little bit more
And when they ll take me to the other map
I see that everything the 've told me for this place are crap
I look behind and ask
What have I done?
I realize these years I 've became no more than a slave
The same man was teaching how to talk and behave
A storyteller
Upon my grave
Now I can see all things you just never let me to see
Now I can feel becoming what you never let me to be
The next time f*ckers
I will be free