The years are etched into your skin
And so you weep
For dreams forgotten

Crawling through life

You beg the master for his table scraps
I’d rather be the master and eat until I’m full
Bowing to none, I am delivered

Karma, fortune, destiny
Foolish notions for the weak
Your fate is yours to surpass
Your foes are yours to destroy
And so you rise

All this could be yours if you throw off your chains
Free

But you’ve made your choice and you cannot change
Add up all the reasons why slavery is safer
Do your master’s bidding, answer to his call
Be the faithful servant
As you are destined to regret

Your fate is yours to surpass
Your foes are yours to destroy

Rise