Chasing dreams made of smoke
Grasping at the air
We're never able to catch our breath
Scratch and fight for a life of pain
Followed by a death bed of regret
I answer to none
I belong nowhere
I believe in nothing except myself
I refuse to be a scavenger
I will not feed off the down and out
Every step I choice to make is mine to own
In this living hell
I answer to none
I belong nowhere
I believe in nothing except myself
There is no compromise
Not even in the face of death
No compromise
Temple of thought held by kings
These statements set me free
I'll fight until the end, won't give in
It's the art of war
War
