Free zone
Two metres by one,
Grey box,
Steel wall.
Another bitch beside me
Whines low and dull -
That's all the fun
For now, for all.
Handouts come rich,
Always on time,
But the food is shit -
Still they call it prime.
Crowds of people
Gawk like a shrine,
But I don't give a damn
For their hollow needs.
Under a foreign sky
We keep our freedom high,
Under thick hide,
Under the cosmic storm inside.
In a bleeding heart,
In a crimson spark -
Freedom lives inside -
Just watch, don't ask why.
Speak God, Creator -
Answer this doomed cry:
I begged for a different life -
Grant me freedom in death -
I'm already dead inside.
This life's no life for a beast -
Better a hunter's lead.
I'd take the open fields now,
Rip some other's skin,
Taste the chase, the warm blood fresh,
Then lie down - not on planks,
But in the grass, in the wild.
Speak, God, Creator -
Answer this doomed cry:
I begged for a different life -
Grant me freedom in death -
I'm already dead inside.
Free zone... free zone
Freedom lives inside…
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