Nothing's free but time when you're so damn poor.
But the past is death row,
And the future's a battlefield,
I hope we choose the right war.

Because I've been fist fighting gravity,
Since the day I learned how to breathe,
And I still wake up on the same cold floor i fell asleep on.

So I won't, but we shall overcome someday,
I can't do it alone, but I shall be free someday,
I don't know how to live,
But I'm sick of learning how to die.