Free Will and Testament by Joan of Arc Lyrics

Giving free will, but within certain limitation
I cannot will myself to limitless mutation
I cannot know what i would be if i were not me
I can only guess me
So when i say that i know me, how can i know that?
What kinda spider understands arachnophobia?
I have my senses and my sense of having senses
Do i got them, or they me?
The weight of dust exceeds the weight of settled object
What can it mean, such gravity without a center?
Is there freedom to un-be? is there freedom for will to be?

Sheer momentum makes us act this way or that way
We just invent or just assume a motivation
I would disperse, be disconnected
Is this possible?
What a soldier without a _
Being the air, but not be air. being the no air
Being the air, but not be air. being the no air
Beyond the loose neither compacted nor suspended
Had i been free, i could have chosen not to be me
Demented forces push me madly 'round a treadmill
Demented forces push me madly 'round a treadmill