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!