On whose right do we control our fate? Our fate? Blockaded with guns, and nowhere to run With all my loved ones To come at me is hell Although I've never had the need to Bite at my own soft tongue In darkness, they eat, with no need to sleep This must be a dream They negotiate anything they feel suitable They negotiate anything they feel suitable Tremble with reason, just take off, be gone When I die, you won't take this away from me, away from me And oh, don't you dare move close to my hands They weren't meant for you, for you I'm no longer waiting for death, for life Trade away all the lies To shake off what's left from this Trade away all the time Dismembered life seems so horrifying Block out bad memories When fighting back gets tough, remember You've never had the need to Bite at your own soft tongue Holding back is tough, but watching you is just dark Through patterns of wire I raise my head To comprehend Your grace at rest