Born in the woods, where breeding is a foe Where one on one is a hard row to hoe The only way out is a job payed really well Where you don't have to think But give people hell Get everything told, no decision's up to you Without instructions you'd never know what to do Hidin' yourself in the uniform that you wear It's so paradox, you're the one we should dare How can you tell me What is wrong or right? With the tools that you wield, You will die in the field It is your lifestyle, That you all shall yield Don't play the strong If it's freedom you long, Now is the time That you must move on The clothes you wear Hide the weakness of your soul No comprehension no liberty at all The same mistake, we should learn from history, The uniform can't replace your personality How can you tell me What is wrong or right? With the tools that you wield, You will die in the field It is your lifestyle, That you all shall yield Don't play the strong If it's freedom you long, Now is the time That you must move on With the tools that you wield, You will die in the field It is your lifestyle, That you all shall yield Don't play the strong If it's freedom you long, Now is the time That you must move on With the tools that you wield, You will die in the field It is your lifestyle, That you all shall yield Don't play the strong If it's freedom you long, Now is the time That you must move on