The air is a little stale in here, and it's somtimes hard to breathe
But we're taught that we should be grateful for what we're about to receive.
Security is the pay-off for doing what we're told
But "safety first" begins to feel like a curse, now the time is right to be bold.
I can smell the freedom, I believe I can feel the breeze
Can you tell me, Pilgrim, What it means to be set free...
I think we've found a window, I know that there's a door
There are no locks, I see no bars, so what are we waiting for?
Out there is where the sun shines, although from here it's hard to perceive
We're on a slippery slope and I'd about given up hope
But I think we've found a reprieve.
Can you tell me, pilgrim, what it means to be set free?
They tell us it's the wise choice, they tell us that we're week
We try to find our own voice, I think I can hear you speak.
(and I like what I hear)
I've been working with the program, and sticking to the plan
But something seems to be missing, as they give it all to the man.