you can maim my will to live and abandon me to time you can say that i've committed all yr imaginary crimes but i ain't gonna ride yr prison line
you can break every single bone in my body til i'm dead you can turn my words against me til i choke on all i've said but i ain't gonna lie in this sick bed
you can tear my thoughts to pieces through your rotting, lying teeth so i'm discussed as a fuck up by your phony industries but i ain't gonna let you paint pictures of me
you can hate me for whatever illusions are in your mind you get all yr dreams for free and i have to work for mine so i ain't gonna ride yr prison line