Freedom Of The Maladjusted

Rise We take the first steps of the new path Break thru mistakes made in past lives Brave new realities no remittance for the weak Do you think the head would have felt the same way If we had been the ones fallen at the culling Time to brave forward and leave behind the chained There is no fate but what we make is the best summary Strength to carry on has got you this far You don't have them problems Anymore Now more a man than a slave No need to fight through the day Now more a man than a slave No need to find destiny