When you were young, Papa took you to others’ homes
Her toys, her comics, you took all the things you desired
Papa stood by your side, making erratic verdicts
Her rejection had become something backfired

Your age brings you your superiority 
Your tears, a shield without the need of people
No matter what you’ve done, it’s never your own fault
This feeling of happiness, for a moment, I called “freedom”
I called “Freedom” 

Attending school, this rampant style, goes on
What would it take to see this child behave? 
The usual way is seen as unreasonable domination 
I see, growing up means being the public’s slave

I have earned my skills to oppose and rebel 
The pointless advice given, has been rejected
Are you self-reliant? Questions that still linger on
I seek this freedom more than anything. I want Freedom
My own freedom

What so-called “freedom” is an excuse for your greed
What so-called “freedom” is a beast no rules can contain
Freedom’s burden is not something you can take at all
It only drains

What so-called “Freedom” is its own temptress
What so-called “Freedom” will only lock you in a lust prison
Freedom’s glory is not used to oppose everyone 
Freedom is now unjust

This song is not written to teach anyone
This is not a proper lifestyle
Being mystified, an insane demon
Will devour all with a wide smile

What so-called “freedom” is an excuse for your greed
What so-called “freedom” is a beast no rules can contain
Freedom’s burden is not something you can take at all
It only drains

What so-called “Freedom” is its own temptress
What so-called “Freedom” will only lock you in a lust prison
Freedom’s glory is not used to oppose everyone 
How robust 

Your freedom hides your own frail nature
Your freedom fights desperately like a cornered beast
Freedom is commonly escorted by arrogant indulgence 
It’s become a feast

Your freedom is nearly out of your control 
Your freedom has secretly sown seeds of calamity 
The freedom, when the world is no longer tolerant to you 
Now’s time for your life to dye black 
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