Yesterday, when I was just a boy,

I was treating dreams as if they were just toys.

My daddy told me that these wouldn't pay for bread,

But my heart would rather take over instead.

In this land that is ruled by dragons I can't touch,

My soul aches from craving freedom; is that too much?

Give me money, give me status, give me guns,

I won't lift a finger for your empty gods;

But I'll partake, knowing what's at stake.

Runaway, I've got to get away from the things you drive in my heart when I acknowledge that our land is dry.

Get away, I've got to find my place under the sun. Life is all we've got, mirrored evolution's fight.

I'm not sure if I'm just another snake or if I'm meant to soar the skies again, freedom between every end.

Yesterday I thought I gave that extra fuck but now that I'm put to the test, not sure that I know what's best.

But I'm just looking for freedom, freedom, whatever that means.

I'm just looking for freedom, freedom.