The flesh is the cage

I punctured my lungs
don´t want to breathe
that poisoned air

I crippled myself
don´t want to take
another step
on this poisoned ground

I burned I burned.... once again
just to feel that I was alive

The flesh and the cage
are still the same
equal nothing

Cut the dotted line
do what You´ve been told
always and ever, obey
take the easiest route
never dare to thread
[another path]
always and ever
living in restriction

Still not satisfied
with it all
destined to tremble and fall
mankind loosin grip
only because the restrictions