Sentenced, no more involved - what bothers me
Hard we realize, just in our eyes - to set me free

From the times we went together dressed for war
To settle lies, an independence in my core

For what respected, introspective - of what be and may
Or the affected, cannot turn - to use another cheek
I have the challenge, not the balance - or whatever sells
The gaining of a future - part of choosing life

Sin dies, with no more passion - than we need
Disguised, as all the frailty - I wear

As simple clothing, as posture of a man
The ill-disposed has never been a better friend
Our painted life, a sacrifice to be again
Not to delegate, I tell you why
It is the end

Could change all
That's all but me
Could feel all
But not feel free