Yesterday you said that you were free

to do the things that you have seen

Put an omen on your life

every single moment your in tight

No one will tell you how to be

feed the greed more selfishly

blind to the dangers of your life

you'll cut your throat with your own knife

to wake up every morning and knowing your going insane

so leave-your sympathy-and take it from me

and see-the tragedy you're coming to be

Tomorrow you will get down on your knees

and beg for them to see

that you've lost your own demise

you'll tell them that to fight

is the only way tonight

now the chances that you take

and all the choices that you make

has put a scar on your own fate