I don't need to search a place to hide
The track of the steps that I give inside
You can say what you want
And I'll do what I want

Cause I'm
Soaring high
Hold me now

Oh I got the power to decide
And your words are like verbal pesticide
Trying to kill my sanity
And my way that must be free

But I'm
Soaring high
Hold me down

A woman carrying a son
The son carrying a gun
What you've done, this is not the expected sun

The sky that used to shine
Was painted by
Your little dirty hands in black tones

It's so dark...

That kind of world that you got in your head

Now

But I'm
Soaring so high
Hold me now