Fighting Like Hell To Be Free

I've never been the type to bite my tongue or swallow pride its true, but I have seen some awful fights and landed on the wrong side of a few, Livin' life by candlelight trapped beneath a 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 grief, but tomorrow at dawn, I'm fightin' like hell to be free

I'm wasting my time on cheap thrills and quick money schemes, I've spent my last dime on a high for a moment of relief, well one thing is for certain, I have never known the 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 grief, but tomorrow at dawn I'm fightin' like hell to be free

And I'm weary and wasted, I'm guilty of chasing some lie that will satisfy grief, but tomorrow at dawn I'm fightin' like hell to be free, but tomorrow at dawn I'm fightin' like hell to be free