Freedom

We are free
Free to feel the chains on our wrists
Free to cry and hang from a tree

We are as free as starved wolves
And as pure as the vice of demons
There's not much more to see
The lights, the sounds, the restriction of breath
The crowds, the violence choking me
The faint smell of the coming of death

We watch the millions go by
In their safe walls of fire and ice
That are slowly destroying their minds
Their suitcases and lipstick holding them down
As the cage sits not far behind