Do you want to be loved, or do you want to be free?
Do you want to go down with the ship that is me?
Do you want to grow up, or will you stay behind
In the world well-contained in your precious little mind?
And who am I to judge if it's right or if it's wrong
For a soul to be sold for the price of a song
And so I live in my room underneath the floor
And I lay wounded birds at the foot of your door
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
