Talkshow Boy
Don’t Fuck With Freedom
Last time I checked
I didn't need to get
A permission slip from you
Just to do what I wanna do
Quit breathing down my neck
It's a stress last time I checked
And believe me I've been checking
Every second I've been alive
You don't own me
I am not yr virgin plaything
We're on separate journeys
Get out of my story
Reject society's rules (you don't own me)
Don't you fucking touch my art (I am not yr virgin plaything)
Harmony could heal our hearts (We're on separate journeys)
You can't pin me down cos I'm a perfеct changeling (Get out of my story)
We'rе all on our own (shows just how much you know)
Working it out as we go (you don't even get to see a happy ending)
We don't even know our why (they don't ever know what approach I'm using)
And it makes my head explode (plus I didn't buy into the dominant groupthink)
Don't fuck with freedom (Is this pointless?)
There's no rhyme or reason (Shouting down the void until you feel voiceless)
Don't ruin beauty (Is this progress?)
Tame yr inner demon (Pissing in the wind until yr needs get noticed)