Cut the wires from my hands
I'm done dancing on command
Every step pre-programmed
Like obedience was planned

Pull too tight
Watch it snap

No strings attached
I'm breaking the latch
You held me back
Now I'm cutting the map

Wood and wire, painted face
Living locked in borrowed grace
Every movement second-hand
Never who I really am

Pull too tight
Watch it snap

No strings attached
I'm breaking the latch
You held me back
Now I'm cutting the map

Cut the thread
Let me drop
I'd rather fall than never stop

No strings attached
I'm done with the act
If freedom is collapse
Then let it collapse

I choose the fall!