They chained me with the intentions of
Breaking me through incarceration.
Not knowing that to imprison my flesh,
Was fuel for my will to break the chains.
Each Day, my mental brow is stronger
For me to give in spell's doom,
Something I can't see...
They hate that I see with my mind's eye
Instead with what the eye can see.
They hate that I think now,
Instead of following my feelings.
They are mad that I take the extra step
To challenge myself, instead of
The illusional obstacles they set before me.
They want to plague my mind with problems
That have nothing to do with me.
They don't understand how I broke their chains.
How I continue to soar free...
Lock me up, throw away the key
But forever I'm free, all their efforts lie in
Broken chains before me.
