Who are you to tell me what to feel?
I will not kneel no matter what you do.
You won’t subdue me for my spine is steel:
I must be real and stand for what is true,
For I cannot be anyone but me,
And you can’t see the secrets in my thoughts.
No matter what my heart is always free;
I have the key to open and to shut.
I broke the chains that kept my discord tied,
And now inside my heart the chaos reigns,
And in my veins the disarray presides:
The mess provides a greater part of gains.