No Ones Slave, No Ones Master

No one s slave, I am no one s master. No one s slave, I am no one s master. On my grave they will write this After I am gone. I will be gone. And then my flesh will go To the earth it lived on, Breath will go to the air It lived from. I am through with the pain of my lying, Had my fill of the cruelty and crying, Paid my dues in the land Where the dying desert grows. And now I know. I am looking out for a new perspective, Listening out for a