They can push to the edges of our heels
Might even expect us to kneel
The empty cries of the false authority
Have no real meaning for me
Abuse and govern is their game
Natural high tolerance for shame
One thing that they cannot steal
The one thing that stays real
Autonomy, my way, my will
They'll never steer, my way, my will
Only you hold sovereignty
Of your thoughts, of your words and deeds
That alone is the final key
To realize you are free
Autonomy, your way, your will
They'll never steer, your way, your will
Autonomy, our way, our will
They'll never steer, our way, our will
