PRMVR

He has assumed the fact that I am
Part of a herd
Sheep want to be sheepdogs
Army of strangers

Tell the captain that I resign from being his guide
I do want to have a muse who writes to me
Or write to her through
This bottle

They have tied our hands with
With the same hands with which
They caress their children
Before they sleep

Tell the captain that I resign from being his guide
I do want to have a muse who writes to me
Or write to her through
This bottle

Hands tied together
To that intention of being free
Hands tied together
But our voice
Always free
Always free

Tell the captain that I resign from being his guide
I am now the helm in my own life

Tell the captain that I resign from being his guide
I do want to have a muse who writes to me
Or write to her through
This bottle