Free (The Editorial Me)
Life is a greenhouse gas
House of colise and masks
Pretending to be my friend
But nothing can box me in
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
I'm free yeah
I'll be the first to dance
With every new circumstance
I smile out the scene I see
Cause I decide what it means to me
Cause I can
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm close for your view
Was o picture of you
Before you knew
Circled in red, are the things you said
When you lost your head and god I debt
Cause god is dead
But to whom it may concern
It's no longer that person's turn
It's mine
Cause I'm free, yeah
I'm free, yeah
I'm free, yeah
Whoa, I'm free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
I'm free, yeah, yeah
But I'm free yeah, whoa
Cause I'm free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dear sirs, we regret to inform you
The norm to conform to
Does not means ... this time
But of course you can try
To reapply, for membership
And resubmit, your many sketch
When the man you scripted's hands are lifted
To the sky
And the old you dies, sincerely
The editorial me, the editorial me, yeah.
House of colise and masks
Pretending to be my friend
But nothing can box me in
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
I'm free yeah
I'll be the first to dance
With every new circumstance
I smile out the scene I see
Cause I decide what it means to me
Cause I can
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm close for your view
Was o picture of you
Before you knew
Circled in red, are the things you said
When you lost your head and god I debt
Cause god is dead
But to whom it may concern
It's no longer that person's turn
It's mine
Cause I'm free, yeah
I'm free, yeah
I'm free, yeah
Whoa, I'm free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause I'm free, yeah
I'm free, yeah, yeah
But I'm free yeah, whoa
Cause I'm free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dear sirs, we regret to inform you
The norm to conform to
Does not means ... this time
But of course you can try
To reapply, for membership
And resubmit, your many sketch
When the man you scripted's hands are lifted
To the sky
And the old you dies, sincerely
The editorial me, the editorial me, yeah.
Credits
Writer(s): Darwin Merwan Smith
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