I don’t like what I have become
I have become a shell of what I want to be
I was born to be a bird, to dominate the skies
Not to be dominated like a doormat.
I don’t know whether they will treat me
Or trick me
Cause nowadays all they do is play
‘Trick or treat’ on me.

Potbelly got me chained here
They exploit me hiding behind
a curtain
Called multi-tasking
When I protest, I am threatened
I am promised the road.
Maybe, just maybe…
The road is what I need to escape the shackles
Then, I will be free and dominate the skie