There's a cold fire
There's a crossfire
And there's something
Inside, inside

And we'll never, never
Make it
And we'll never, never
Break it

Until, until

There's a long game
That's a wrong chain
And it's something
We all hide it
Inside

And we'll never, never make it
And we'll never, never break it
Until we learn to see
Until we set free

And you got style
And you got grace
And you got the means
To leave that place
But you'll never, never make it
And you'll never, never break it

Until you learn to see
Until you set free

So set free
Set free

Set free
Set free

Free, oh
Set free

If we could see that this was all that we need
Inside our minds
Bodies and souls
We [bad word] and we would let go
Cause we'd realize
That we had
That we had no control