So I choose my own ...
Bored of the faces living in a daze
bored of the rats running a mad race
Now running short of illusions to chase
I'm running short of sights that amaze
So I choose my own races to run
and choose my own crossroads to turn
I choose my own typhoons to sail
and choose my own peaks to scale
So I pick my own evils to side
and pick my own battles to ride
I pick my own threads to think
and pick my own poisons to drink
Now I foresee future and the hands of fate
As world grows and adapts, I watch and wait
history gets written on this very date
many will ignore but others will hate
people will hiss and boo, some will shout and cry
and the trials will be fake, the stakes will be dry,
Iron shackles but free, I shall wait for my turn
but smiling still say, I chose my own way to burn ...