The aim, the collective goals
The truth we all claim to know
Destroy it, Discard it
Make them disappear
Within this game of control
You'll need to throwup your soul (throw up)
Ill better be the bad guy instead
Of letting them run over me
Ruler of will
Delusion of power
Defiant
Till death
You're at the end of the road
Defiant
To live
Your future is my own
We are all hunted by it
A sweetened torment is greed
Distorted, Desire
Makes our soul decrease
There is a time in our lives
Where we choose a battle to fight
To be a slave of someone else
Or make things roll in our own way
Sell them your life
While begging for power
I rather live on my own
If you don't mind I will
Take care of my own life
I never ask for freedom
Instead I free my mind

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