THEN HOW DO YOU PLAY THAT PART?
My thought is like so many voices talking loud in my head
They say I'm losing my mind,,, but who the fuck cares
Yeah I may not live long with all those do's of my wrong
Crossing my finger in the ring I'll win keep running till I'm gone
Looking good but sound like shit ain't what I ever aim to get
But in the end the same “L” stays on my forehead
This is the story of the truth
Someone manipulated that truth
Everything always makes me feel so sick
Where is your sense of freedom now?
This is the story of the truth
Someone manipulated that truth
Everything always makes me feel so sick
Where is your sense of freedom now?
Where're all my freaks at? You say “FUCK THAT SHIT”
They thought you never had balls to say it “FUCK THAT SHIT”
Now all my freaks say it loud and proud “FUCK THAT SHIT”
No turning back in your life now say it “FUCK THAT SHIT”
We're duets hand in hand no regrets though it gets moral threats
For your sake no more hate I will take
Day by Day prayed in bed no more role I will play
Won't give up on myself It's your time Live your life
This is the story of the truth
Someone manipulated that truth
Everything always makes me feel so sick
Where is your sense of freedom now?
