Out there on my mission
And I’m usually dressed in black
I’m fetching my nutrition
As I feed my heart-attack

I face tomorrow with the same old plastic smile
Think I can escape what I deny

A struggle for positions
The race could break your neck
The front-page brings the news of missing kids
What the heck

Dreaming as you go mad
Bleeding really bad

What’s it gonna be?
Give it all to me
Black

Dreaming as you go mad
Bleeding really bad

What’s it gonna be?
Give it all to me
What’s it gonna be
Living to be free

Dancing on the edge
As if your mind is getting sick
Swearing for yourself
And still the higher boot you lick

We face tomorrow with the same old plastic smile
Think we escape what we deny
Replace the sorrow with an empty bag of lies
Then cross your heart and hope to die, my friend

What’s it gonna be?
Give it all to me
What’s it gonna be
Living to be free
What’s it gonna be?
Give it all to me
What’s it gonna be
Living to be free