Pulling Hard

There's a feeling like a yoke

Like a corset made of stone

And I'm pulling pulling hard

Not breaking up

With every rope there is a hand

I'm not gonna win this tug of war

They are pulling pulling hard

Not breaking up

When I hear a siren in need

I'm on the edge of a cliff but she's calling me

How can I untie the puppet strings

How many ways do you know

How many ways to say "no"?

Every choice of what I want

Ends up changing to the core

Like a paper in the air

That don't choose its fate

When did it happen? I don't know

At some point it was so wrong

Now I've had enough

Why do I feel so strong?

Driving to the dawn

If I feel the strings pulling again

Time to say farewell, and cut them

If I feel the strings pulling again

How many ways do you know

How many ways to say…

Prisoner of a self-sentence

Slave of what is outside, but deaf 'bout the inner self

Break the chains of pleasing all of them

Nobody will fight harder for you than yourself