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Freedom at any cost.
A devastating Rage Phonk anthem inspired by Final Season Eren Yeager and the Rumbling — cold, unstoppable, and prophetic.
Perfect for gym motivation, edits, and pure AoT chaos.

Comment “I’m already free.”
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Lyrics

If this world wants to cage me…
Then I’ll become the cage breaker.

Footsteps heavy like a world undone,
Rumbling deep as the blood-red sun,
Freedom ain’t peace — it’s the last man’s run,
I was always free… now the end’s begun.
Walls can’t hold what the titan became,
Past and the future were carved with my name,
If fate is a script, then I’ll torch that frame—
Let the earth shake loud when I reclaim.

I saw my hands on a future grave,
Saw the nights where no heart was saved,
Every path twisted, every soul enslaved,
Freedom’s a curse for the ones who crave.
Mikasa’s tears on a fate I knew,
Armin’s hope in a world untrue,
All of this pain in a single view—
And every choice whispered: “It’s you.”
I didn’t break — I became the cost,
Burned every bridge so the weak get lost,
Heroes or devils? That line got crossed,
When the world chose chains… I chose the frost.

Footsteps heavy like a world undone,
Rumbling deep as the blood-red sun,
Freedom ain’t peace — it’s the last man’s run,
I was always free… now the end’s begun.
Walls can’t hold what the titan became,
Past and the future were carved with my name,
If fate is a script, then I’ll torch that frame—
Let the earth shake loud when I reclaim.

Hear the bones snap loud when the march begins,
Every step screams truth through the planet’s sins,
Giants in rows like a crown of kings,
Death in the wind where the judgment rings.
You call it evil — I call it breath,
You call it madness — I walk with death,
If the world sought war, then I’m what’s left,
A titan of freedom with a hollowed chest.
No going back when the sky turns red,
No forgiveness for the paths I tread,
If love made me human, then the pain said—
Freedom’s the throne where the weak lie dead.

Footsteps heavy like a world undone,
Rumbling deep as the blood-red sun,
Freedom ain’t peace — it’s the last man’s run,
I was always free… now the end’s begun.
This is the march of a fate reclaimed,
This is the will that can’t be chained,
If the world must burn for the free unclaimed—
Then let it burn… in my name.

I’m already… free.