Can you decide how I must decide?
Can you live a lie?
Smother your conscience?
Or choose to dieā¦
I am a whisper, they are a shout,
I am their game piece, which they don't care about,
I am a speck, they are the sun,
If life was a race, then they've already won.
Can I survive
And let my love die?
Shall I weave through their games
Or break down and cry?
They are the spill that causes the stain,
They are the cloud that brings the rain,
They are the frown that ruins your day,
The capitol beasts that rip your life away.
I want to show them they don't control me.
Can I decide how I must decide?
Can I live a lie?
Smother my conscience?
Can I choose to die?
