I'm free,
free to flee,
flee three free skies,
three free skies without bad lies,
three fleeing lies,
flee from three skies,
one in my mind,
one in my soul,
the other in my heart;

Atlas I hold the key;
the key that lets me free,
free from my skies,
three fake free skies,
three fake free skies bad lies have roamed,
roamed and roamed among the prone,
the prone who never shone,
the prone who should have shone;

Today, atlas, I hold the key! The key that flees my three skies,
free from the out-shun-prone eyes,
free from all the vacant lies,
free from all of my devise,
atlas, I'm free; I'm free to flee my three fake skies!