Из альбома: So Called Chaos

Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached
D-days and structure responsibility

Have-to's and need-to's and get-to's by three
Eleventh hours and upset employees

I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you`d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be

Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers
Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others

I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you`d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet

All wont be lost if I`m governed by my own uniqueness
Stop lights won't work I'll get home sound and safe regardless
Won`t deem me had if I'm led by my own rulelessness
My fire wont quell and I`ll be harm-free and distressless
Trust me

Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living
Inside box obeying, inside line cutting

I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you`d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you`d think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be

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