I walk barefooted in my cage
a captive of my hate and rage,
or maybe I just walk barefooted on the grass,
with my half-empty crystal glass?
I still don’t know which one is true?
The sky is gray, the sky is blue?
I just don’t know. What do you think?
Life is dark, life is pink?
I’m free in prison or a slave outside,
We all are going on this ride…
For me, I am the one who should decide.