Conditional freedom.

When I was a child

I dreamed to be a hero

I wouldn't save anyone

but I thought if I had powers

it would be funny

fly around the moon

walk on the fire...

My bedroom seems a punishment cell

with no window, I still can breathe

your smog fills my lungs, I still can love you

freedom on one condition, is it really freedom?

that's conditional freedom, confess a crime.

When I was a child

I wanted everybody to praise me

'cause I disliked myself enough

and I needed pretty words to feel better

say, you can't live without me,

say, you adore me as if I was your ambrosia

drink my salty tears, drink them

until they become sweet glasses

cutting the child in you.

My bedroom seems a punishment cell

with no window, I still can breathe

your smog fills my lungs, I still can love you

freedom on one condition, is it really freedom?

that's conditional freedom, confess a crime.