tell myself it's all right to be part of this life of aching hearts and good times
i never felt this was a crime
down here, you can't tell me what to do
down here, you can't tell me what to feel
you can't touch me, you can't see me, if you're lucky you'll hear me scream
free myself from what lies in the burden of nine to five
i take the time to cherish the life and the memories that come with it - down here, you can't tell me what to do - down here, you can't tell me what to feel
you can't touch me, you can't see me, if you're lucky you'll hear me scream
i can't pretend that life's okay - bleeding the blood of conformity - i hear my angel sing her song of salvation and this is how it goes - oh whoa, whoa, whoah - go
