while i choke strangled by the hands of time my life slowly slips away the dollars i save aren't worth the days i've spend with images of freedom as lies in my head the hand that feeds will always bleed me dry through these hours these minutes thes moments are mine intensify no one else will guide the way break the silence before it breaks us... down to a point from where there's no escape where regret destroys whatever life remains and you when you've told yourself a lie the path of least resistance detroys you in time is it heresy to want to live today? that's not asking to much so many are barely getting by and starving in the streets while in denial of death yet still afraid to be free we grovel beneath the pantheon of security assured as we sell our dreams to buy our pain that "the meek shall inherit" when only the strong will reign all life hangs in the balance i won't wait until it drops i can't wait they might not have another day i have to live i might not have even on more day