Fighting Like Hell To Be Free

I've never been the type to bite my tongue or swallow pride it's true

And I have seen some awful fights

And landed on the wrong side of a few

Living life by candlelight, trapped beneath the shadow of a tomb

Filled with all the pages of a life

I never thought that I would choose

And I'm weary and wasted, I'm guilty of chasing

Some lie that will satisfy greed

But tomorrow at dawn I'm fighting like hell to be free

I've wasted my time on cheap thrills and quick money schemes

I've spent my last dime on a high for a moment of relief

Oh but one thing is for certain, I have

Never known a strength inside of me

More bound and determined than to kill my every will of living clean

And I'm weary and wasted, I'm guilty of chasing

Some lie that will satisfy greed

But tomorrow at dawn I'm fighting like hell to be free

And I'm weary and wasted, I'm guilty of chasing

Some lie that will satisfy greed

But tomorrow at dawn I'm fighting like hell to be free

But tomorrow at dawn I'm fighting like hell to be free