I don't care
About your promises your paper dreams
That wont scare me away I don't live to please
We've come this far
We can't go back now it's been too long
Freedom rings
Early it's morning and I hear her song
Can you hear it
Do you hear it
I wake up each and every single night in my dreams
Delicious wine, fumes of terpentine and it seems
My disease, oh it controls me, consoles
Visions of victory
Your kingdom fails
With the words and the wishes of
Silence beams upon the boys and girls who live to see
We've come this far
We can't go back now it's been too long
Freedom rings
Early it's morning and I hear her song
Can you hear it
Lord do you feel it
Stereotype of a misunderstood
Sticking to my plan like I know that I should
Doing good, oh doing good
Trying to start a fire with two pieces of wood
Break me down into itty bitty pieces
Used to believe I was nothing but feaces
So I hear the sound of a skinny little preacher
Respect your father and listen to your teacher
So he's trying to teach us, trying to reach
Be it Allah, Jehovah or Jesus
Turn off your phone and turn off your light because
It's a battle of the demon type
And in my dreams these demons fight
Too many scared of the bark and not the bite
Is it appealing to be without reason
I hear the sound of your pig still sqeeling
So you be the princess, I'm the popper
In my three piece suit I'm still not proper
Your looking, searching for some direction
Round and round but you don't pay attention
I'm the stereotype of a misunderstood
Sticking to my plan like I know that I should
Doing good, oh doing good