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Burn that white flag; I've gone mad.
I wouldn't fly that color to save my soul.
Was it the fact I was born bad,
Or the guidance that I had, that designed me to self-destruct before I'm sold?
It's down to the wire.
The stakes get higher.
I walk through the fire.
I'll never tire;
Because the key to the brave
Is they think they'll be saved,
Right up until the day that they're dead and gone.
I guess I'm the same; I can't fathom my fate,
So I believe my name is the chosen one,
And that's my loaded gun.
My only weakness lies between me and my woman;
She's the only thing worth bein' weak for.
If you saw my love for her you might think I was bluffin',
but that would only be because you never sought more.
Yes, I guess perhaps you really should have thought more
On the things that you let your soul be bought for.
So, tell me why I should comply
With a system that sucks dreams dry.
Will it offer me security?
How much does it cost? Not much, just my right to be free.
It's down to the wire.
The stakes get higher.
I walk through the fire.
I'll never tire;
Because the key to the brave
Is they think they'll be saved,
Right up until the day that they're dead and gone.
I guess I'm the same; I can't fathom my fate,
So I believe my name is the chosen one,
And that's my loaded gun.
