Cut through the Filth

The myth we create to survive

The path that you chose to your lies

Your mind's been crased as a child

The thoughts that run rampant and wild

Worship, until

Devote, free will

Desire, until

Erpire, free will

You lead them all senseless and blind

You're dying on their borrowed time

They follow you mindless and weak

Losing the onenes you seek

Master your own destinity

Create your own identity

Raise the sword

Cut throught the filth

And beat them all

It's just free will