This feeling that your birth determines your life
What is below the belt, determines your voice
When your body doesn't belong to you anymore
Apologizing being on earth , ‘cause you're not ready for
A thought of freedom, that you can seize
It sometimes aches, you have to chose
Made by incomprehension, by bullshit which surrounds you
Only mental tone, will agree with you
Sometimes my body doesn't belong, to me anymore
But my spirit has to remain mine
With my teeth, I’ll tear your labels, and your nonsense apart
Moving sliders Moving sliders,
I have made my choice,
We are not just, simple appearance
Moving sliders Moving sliders,
I have made my choice,
We are not just, simple appearance
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