I desperately need to let the blisters breathe
Dark and alone, I still can feel them weep

Freedom

Rapped up and bound, and trying not to seep
They can’t make a sound, but if they could, they’d scream

Stomp, set them free to :/

Peel off their skin, is how you set them free
Touched by the wind, now watch the masses flee

They're finally free - set free and now can breathe
Just don’t mind the stink, it’s only my feet

Freedom

Stomp, set them free to :/