In the streets of Stockholm, I dance as a child, undisturbed and solely free, Surrounded by the tragedy of the city, no money in my non-existing pockets, but I’m rich, Cause I have no pain and no anxiety. Some don’t understand, I don’t mind. My hunger for life justifies risk, I was born reckless, Outside influences compel me to behave appropriately. A buzzing noise in my membrane made me blaze my own trail, That’s how I discovered the holy grail, There’s no more need to drive fast, or go really long distances. I found me, just by being free.