Sounds of Snow

Gotta break those chains that bind
And to myself be true
Gotta liberate my mind
From all those things, old and new
Cause I won’t be what you want us to be
Being a skin is the pride to be me
Their prejudice imposed on you
Can’t keep you from feeling free
Their ignorance and hatred, too
Shall not destroy you and me
Cause I won’t be what you want us to be
Being a skin is the pride to be me
When they harass you — gotta hold on
When they oppress you — gotta hold on
When they deceive you — gotta hold on
For ill weeds grow apace, ill weeds grow apace
Gotta break those chains that bind
And to myself be true
Gotta liberate my mind
From all those things, old and new
Cause I won’t be what you want us to be
Being a skin is the pride to be me
Cause I won’t be what you want us to be
Being a skin is the pride to be me
Harass you — harass you!
Oppress you — oppress you!
Deceive you — deceive you!
Annihilate you -…well, you know!
Frustrate you — frustrate you!
Tease you — tease you!
Ill weeds grow apace