Chapter 8: Freedom
So close, I feel you, I hear you, can't see you

My expectation's contradict where I am
My motivation's burning out the flame that guides my light
And everything inside screaming to be out
But something's telling me it's not my night

Working for the freedom
Working for the freedom
Working for the freedom
What do I have to do?

So close, you promised, you swore, yet not here

My patience wearing thin, the lies that I've been told
My future hanging in the balance of what someone else decides
"Just wait anothеr day" but shit that's getting old
I'd rather hold my breath and see how long it takеs

Working for the freedom
Working for the freedom
Working for the freedom
What do I have to do?
Freedom's where my mind thinks it is
Freedom's just a voice telling me what I need to hear

So close

Working for the freedom
Working for the freedom
Working for the freedom
What do I have to do?