Relative of my life

Here's the time what human beings
Haven't ever had before,
We allowed breathe with feelings,
How long for?

Many things have changed their color,
We can't be fooled anymore,
Lifting up my collar,
Out the door.

Wind can fill my soul through headphones,
And nobody stops me down,
City out of mad stones,
I've been around.

Roof's used be a home for pigeons,
Sun is used to be their way,
People of religions
Cannot stay.

Let me go, don't want to argue,
All I have is wagging way,
And I like it be in darkness
But with ray.

Don't tell me what is to accomplish,
We'll destroy it anyway,
Everyone will be a dumb fish
On a tray.

In the night or by the seashore
I can only think that clear,
When my sorrow is delicious,
Have no fear.

And as a matter of my freedom,
Happiness and bright of day,
They would never ask to feed them,
They will stay.

Then I must be more attentive
To the inside with no strive,
I was born to be relative
Of my life.