Every man of woman born is born into a cell
From the cradle to the grave you’re parallel to hell
But the pains of the physical in prisons of time
Are never any match for the steel trap mind
Screaming for change, not the soul-death of fame
I couldn’t give a rotten fuck if you remember my name
Cuz a big sack of meat full of want is a curse
What does it matter when you’re dead in the dirt?
In the dirt... what's it worth?
So I search... for a way to be free
My life, my way; for me
One life, one love; not me
Life is illusion; death is a dream
I’ll never sleep ‘til the ages erase me
It’s a fixed race, but still I remain
Self-lord and master; one vein in the frame