Lyrics:

Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached
D-days and structure responsibility

Have-tos and need-tos and get-tos by three
Eleventh hours and upset employees

I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be

Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers
Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others

I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet

All wont be lost if Im governed by my own uniqueness
Stop lights wont work Ill get home sound and safe regardless
Wont deem me had if Im led by my own rulelessness
My fire wont quell and Ill be harm-free and distressless
Trust me

Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living
Inside box obeying, inside line colering

I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be