How could I live in a town where everybody controls me?
How could I give all them smiles to many people I hate?
It was the city of lies but then nobody told me,
I’m goin’ away, still they’re sure that they own me
It is the city of death but, guys, I’m alive…I’m alive
I dream of being definitely gone…
The farther I go, the better I feel
Well, I’m invisible now to the eyes of the blinded
It seems the lower I get, the higher I fly
People passing me by and I don’t even notice
In their twisted minds I’m surely being under process
But the only judge of myself is myself…it’s myself
You cannot put me under control!
The further I go, the better I feel
The farther I go, the better I feel