[Verse 1] Don't be fooled by the self medicating Slip on drool from the self deprecating Don't be fooled by the self Autumn's all and in it's wealth I'm not free [Verse 2] Stuck in place to a worn out clock face Residual pain strained limbs lose grace Morning bites evening howls I'm OK while you're around But I'll be free before too long [Verse 3] Pay no attention to the man that's vibrating Always picking Up and pushing down compensating Decides to Strive for a picture of plenty for which he's slaving Falls hard, discards a Shard of freedom and it's health pulsating Stepping closer to the edge Choosing life instead Of shutting down and Drowning out those left waiting Speaks a little loved a lot Begins to yawn and Not to plot When he's taunted By the whispers that are placating [Verse 4] Stripping bone down to marrow Settling less for myth and tarot Freeing Nos locked inside Incense wafts up beside A smiling face to greet him in his sorrow And what's sweeter than sweet is that all's incomplete No matter the charade or bravado And brothers we'll be free And sisters we'll be free And children we'll be free Before too long