Do you see that ghost standing next to me? That’s the man I used to be. A man I once knew. A man who was free. Now he haunts my shoulder, Shadowing me like a weeping tree, Reminding me everyday that Nothing can remain free. Do you see the prison? The prison around you? The prison around me? Accept it my friends, None of us are free. The passion, the love. The apathy, the hate. Religion and war. Desire and fate. Hopes and dreams. Agony and pain. Wind and snow. Sunshine and rain. Four-walled worlds, Need I explain? We are all prisoners, Don’t you see That only in death Can we ever be free.