Let it fly and lonely cry, everybody's free I will decide how I'll be tied, but freedom, be there for me We'll build walls around our brain Leave these prisons in our chains And hold on And I thought I had control, I tried But now I would be satisfied To hold on. Tell me what to do, and I'll tell you what I'll say My freedom will be measured by the length to which I'll disobey Tell me where to go And I'll freely tell you no And I will hold on But leave me on my own And I'll lock these shackles to my bones And I'll hold on. Freedom for the soul is what we want, but when it fades We'll treat it like a burden, till the devil feels he's underpaid We'll drag that spirit door to door Till finally it can't move no more It just holds on Now the only thing that's truly free Is this little voice that's telling me To hold on.