Off I go to do
What was once familiar
Swim, leave a note, drive
Freedom is a privilege
White lined with debt
My blood runs red
My eyes see
Through accumulated 
Prejudice
My blood flows 
Like the water 
In which I swim
Off I go to do
What I want 
Without a thought 
Of another
Freedom is a privilege
Masked weighted with debt
My blood runs red
My heart beats  
Through attacks of
Prejudice
My blood flows 
like my tears
through all that matters.