Yeah, cut off the bottoms of my feet
Made me walk on salt,
Take me down to the police
Charge me with assault,
Smile on her face,
She does what she wants to me.

She don´t care what kind of wounds she´s inflicted on me,
She don´t care what color bruises that she´s leavin´ on me,
´Cuz she´s got freedom in the 21st Century.

Two black gadgets in her hands,
It´s all she thinks about
No responsibility, no guilt or morals
Cloud her judgement,
Smile on her face,
She does what she damn well please.

And she don´t care about the things people used to do,
And she don´t care that what she does has an effect on you,
Cause she´s got freedom in the 21st Century.

Cut off the bottoms of my feet, (x2)
Make me walk on salt, (x2)
Take me down to the police... (x2)