Is this my destiny, An end to my days Is there nothing left for me to ease the pain Oh, ease my pain Time and time again I find the writing on the wall What it means to me is something I cannot recall If I believe the words I hear from voices in my head Then grip these chains and tie me down to slavery instead No way out - the hand of fate, that's what it is to be No way out - and it's too late as far as I can see ...It's a game, but I'm not playing nice ...I'm not going down without a fight I'm raising hell and cutting down the dead men in my way If I go down then all go down it is my judgement day The irony is tyranny will rain on my parade But I wont rest until my enemies are laid to waste ...it's a game but I'm not playing nice ...I'm not going down without a fight I struggle with the realization That my life is held in someone elses hand The evil hand that deals the cards and tells me what I am ...It's a game, but I'm not playing nice ...I'm not going down without a fight