You know my name, I heard you calling me
I know your game, the etiquette I break
We are the same, though you could never tell
Through all the walls you're making
This conscience won't be controlled
Would we still feel these chains constrain?
And though dead men cannot talk
Can be broken by the other
And every blow that you land
Will be worn as a badge of honour
This conscience won't be controlled
We'll light this fire you can't control
After all, this fire you can't control
This fire you can't control