There is an echo inside of me.
Butterflies trapped inside with me were trying to flee.
Confusion has me surrounded, and now it\'s all that I see.
Am I free?
Back and forth, with extreme consistency.
Tick then tock, the echo inflicting doom so persistently.
Thoughts are conformed into delusion; I can\'t take responsibility.
Am I free?
Look a little closer, is this just another form of slavery?
No whips, or chains, it’s all being a part of this society.
This isn\'t what one had hoped to be.
Am I free?
Willing to love yet not love so willingly.
Living life and going through the motions so seamlessly.
Separate from self this feels very slithery.
Am I free?
Walk This Way, talk this way, group think mentality.
Living like this is in essence insanity.
Blind to the truth of myself, this is sad it’s a casualty.
Am I free?
Oh, please oh please, just let me be, how I was created originally.
Before the lies, the indoctrination, and being programmed by TV.
Am I free?
Free to know the truth and really understand.
Free to know how all of this began.
Free from all the fear of living without knowing who I am.
I just want to be free, am I free?