Even though I obtained it I was still unsatisfied, ran out again, the curtain was cut and dropped, ring the bell without any confusion! How many will I steal before I’m satisfied? I can’t even predict I’ll tell the reason to your back, you who looks insecure Freedom is a sweet, vague thing like an illusion, an unrestricted, impossible thing that I’m falling deeply in love with In this blocked off world there’s no such thing as perfection, so accept this chosen, necessary resistance That which I obtained had two smiling faces, setting a lovely, ugly trap and continuing to lurk Freedom is a sweet, vague thing like an illusion, an unrestricted, impossible thing that I’m falling deeply in love with In this blocked off world there’s no such thing as perfection, so accept this chosen, necessary resistance, the small possibility found within a barred window, in the calm that surrounds me as if I’ve been captured