I don't want to be the man that I am
'cause I'm tired of being alone without a friend

Broken glass nailed into my head
My ankles have been bound, but I can't see the chains
And it seems like my steps have lost their sound
I can only hear my breath as the world is spinning around

Now as I walk this road I think
that something that I've done is good, but it's not for me
And I'm not afraid to go 'cause I'm sure
that I'm gonna find the place that I've been looking for

And I'll be free to lie
And I'll be free to die
And I'll be free to run
And I'll be free, free for the very first time