Is this my destiny, An end to my days
Is there nothing left for me to ease the pain
Oh, ease my pain
Time and time again I find the writing on the wall
What it means to me is something I cannot recall
If I believe the words I hear from voices in my head
Then grip these chains and tie me down to slavery instead
No way out - the hand of fate, that's what it is to be
No way out - and it's too late as far as I can see
...It's a game, but I'm not playing nice
...I'm not going down without a fight
I'm raising hell and cutting down the dead men in my way
If I go down then all go down it is my judgement day
The irony is tyranny will rain on my parade
But I won't rest until my enemies are laid to waste
...it's a game but I'm not playing nice ...I'm not going down without a fight
I struggle with the realization
That my life is held in someone elses hand
The evil hand that deals the cards and tells me what I am
...It's a game, but I'm not playing nice ...I'm not going down without a fight