The history of humanity, something in which we are all guilty.
Will we ever be able to grow out of the ignorance we’ve been born into?
But arm in arm we will sing along, raise our fists, and declare who we are.
Yet we still have these people who want nothing less than to watch this world burn.
Can’t they at least respect what others think?
Can’t they just live in peace?
But they didn’t see the passion burning, deep, in me.
And why does no one seem to want to be free?
Why does it seem that liberation is binding?
Why does no one want to be free?