Redemption Lyrics

Is this my guilt?
Cold rusty cell bars, slimy stone walls fallen into decay, stinky bed
Sitting, standing, lying, walking, always about freedom thinking, is this my guilt?
I am punished for my ideals: bravery, passion, courage... I am pissed off
Oh, I am fucked up.
Punishment has begun, they want my reform, but who's gonna change?
You are afraid of my release. Thoughts of freedom make your blood freeze
Will I return when everything's over? Do I want to return? Screw it...
I will rather die in my own ideal, dreamed up
than in your fake and dishonest fucked up world
Screaming for freedom! Screaming for fucking freedom!