The Price of Freedom - Interlude - Epica

Hiding in a weakness something we can never retain

Years of crawl -- decay and despair

Are we a wrong perception something we can never regain repair

No one to blame, facing me random

Nothing will ever explain, so it reclines

Where was I meant to be

I feel I’m lost in a dream

Long for the day I can be myself

When will I be unleashed

It’s not the way it should be

Again and again only to be myself