Tradition, but what did you want me to learn
Your pain, your fear, your suffering, your pity?
I question
These rules
They leave no room for me and what I see
Your path of divinity
Is laid with stones that leave no way for me
Take it all and make it all
Take it all and fade
I have choices to make
Make it fade
Only truth
Will set me free
From the ritual
That enslaves me
From conditioning
That's engraved me
From the lies
That deceive me