I have been told the truth is out there I found my call into an old chest I wish for sunshine, but now it’s raining I feel so lonely among these crowds The price of freedom never was too high Nowhere is safe and nothing feels right Each time we feel some taste of delight We are condemned to become outcasts We fall from some paradise I’m no one, I’m nowhere, I’ve nothing but I Am About to learn what’s left when nothing is mine Nothing to fear except the fear itself We don’t have to be the same (What’s the use of a nose for a god?) Things don’t have to be this way (The fear for the flesh is the fear of blood) We learn now what reason can’t reach… (Let’s break some chains!)