Have you ever felt like the mountain is on your shoulders?
Moving too slow because you have chains on your legs?
With every bit of air that you breathe you feel weak
Better days are coming

Have you ever felt like your small intestines are shrinking?
Smaller and smaller you’re becoming nearer to heaven
Better days are coming

Through thick and tough
No one seems to care about how you feel or what you feel
Like a mole you always wanna live under some people
Yet you hope for better days

Cannot shift my tail between my legs anymore
Cannot live my life under some one’s approvals
It’s time to make my own choices
My life, my play and rules.