The constant whisperings create a new and strong... desire, desire, desire, desire, desire, desire, desire... Pink shot lady, they try to catch me with your attractions. Your pictures bore me. TV entertainer, you make me see things through your glasses. I don't believe you. Promo campaign, they calculate before they temptate. You can't count on me. Big mouth neighbour, your competition just makes me laugh. This world won't turn me around with its strange ideals. I... still... have my freedom. I... still... have my freedom. I... still... have my freedom. I... still... have my freedom. And I will keep it as long as I believe in the One who died to bring it. I still have my freedom.