There’s this feeling that you can’t — rid — your-self-of,
and it just won’t go away, ô..
and this feeling eats you up, out-and-over
and boy you just can’t get away…
ya thoughts can’t split away, oh,
your hands are in the way oh,
***
but you just want to be Free…
You know you-can-break-loose,
So strive for-that-breakthrough,
So hold on and don’t give up, don’t —
give, up..
Give, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup..
You know you’ll break through when you f**k,
All your damned, ratchet,
Fears.
Oh, you know that you’ll be free, when-you-tell-yourself,
You —
are —
Free.
Just.
La la la, la-la..
