Guess we´re all running out of time
So live your own life and let me live mine
To each their own to question why
We´re all just links that forge the chain of life

But who am I to interfere
Think for yourself and keep your conscience really clear

Learn from each other so they say
But no-one listens to them anyway
Inactive factions stir in time
Procrastination at the scene of the crime

There´s no return, no guarantee
Accept the terms and let your fate be free be free

You gotta let yourself see
And let your feelings go free
Accept your own ability
Don´t want to end up like me

A dynasty of doubt and hate
Religion, politics, self-mutilate
The privilege of being here
All born from nothing ´til we disappear

There´s no return, no guarantee
Accept the terms and let your fate be free, you´re free