| I don’t need a bad religion |
| To practice what they preach in church |
| I don’t need a politician |
| To teach me how to keep my word |
| I bet you like the cage |
| It makes you feel so safe |
| You accept your fate |
| I’m not ready to lay down and die |
| There’s still blood in this beating heart |
| And my tongue still cuts switchblade sharp |
| Living isn’t living if I can’t live free |
| You won’t tie your strings on me |
| I don’t need a pill to fix me |
| Create the poison just to sell the cure |
| I don’t need a needle in me |
| No one’s gonna win that war |
| There’s still blood in this beating heart |
| And my tongue still cuts switchblade sharp |
| Living isn’t living if I can’t live free |
| You won’t tie your strings on me |
| I bet you like the cage |
| It makes you feel so safe |
| You accept your fate |
| I’m not ready to lay down and die |
| There’s still blood in this beating heart |
| And my tongue still cuts switchblade sharp |
| Living isn’t living if I can’t live free |
| You won’t tie your strings on me |
| There’s still blood in this beating heart |
| And my tongue still cuts switchblade sharp |
| Living isn’t living if I can’t live free |
| You won’t tie your strings on me |
| You won’t tie your strings on me |