refuse the build a stinking hole of compromises served in gold

well that's not me... that can't be me

refuse to trade myself away, a day of fame for my own name

well that's not me.. that can't be me



feel alive, so i'll live alive until the end



refuse to waste teh child in me, the little spot left clean and free

well that's not me, that can't be me

refuse to share the golden dreams of all the clowns entitled kings

well that's not me... that can't be me



feel alive, so i'll live alive until the end



refuse to shape my dreams for them, when they don't acre to understand

well that's not me, that can't be me

refuse to bend against my will, my trace needs me alïve, to feel

well that's not me... that can't be me