The brilliant sun light
The calendar on the wall
The first ride adorns my face
Suddenly people are crying
All this advice destroys me
I want to burn with knowledge
In smoke's shadow
You listen to me without truly understanding
But my voice is the same
Ohh, ohh
I want the power to dictate my own conduct
Ohh, ohh
I feel like I can get there
It's not always me
Maybe just a little bit nearer
In all my splendour
People don't realise
That I'm away for the first time
My cliché of childhood
In smoke's shadow
You listen to me without truly understanding
But my voice (but my voice) is the same
Ohh, ohh
I want the power to dictate my own conduct by myself
Ohh, ohh
You know I must get there
A voice murmurs
A raven arises in the morning
But my mouth remains silent
I must not remain silent
Ohh, ohh
Do I want to dictate my own conduct by myself?!
Ohh, ohh
I know it must be there