Strapped down, shackled
Chains won't bend
Never once thought
This is how it ends
Poke and prod my mind
This is outta line
Broken thoughts on borrowed time
Beaten bruised barely thirteen
Mama said this is all a dream
Burn my heart & soul
On a floor so cold
Whisper still and be growing old
How will it end?
This immortal sin
My morals they bend
For pure adrenaline
Dirt to dust, I drank my fill
Fearful fool and winner still
Illicit thoughts and plans
Cut these honest hands
Crooks and creeps
In the promised land
How will it end?
This immortal sin
My morals they bend
For pure adrenaline
Pure adrenaline