Lyrics:

Damage control under a guise of rest;

I pay the toll just to sit on the bridge when I could invest.

A metronome of broken clocks

perpetuates this paradox.

I could be trying my best to die,

but I've been dying to try my best.

These wings have atrophied, but I've

grown tired of this empty nest.

I guess I thought I had the guts.

Is freedom ever free?

We live together or die alone.

Were we programmed to repeat?

We cannot brave the great unknown.

Is freedom ever free?

We live together or die alone.

Are we destined for defeat,

or can we brave the great unknown?