What’s It Gonna Be

Out there on my mission
And I’m usually dressed in black
I’m fetching my nutrition
As I feed my heart-attack
I face tomorrow with the same old plastic smile
Think I can escape what I deny
A struggle for positions
The race could break your neck
The front-page brings the news of missing kids
What the heck
Dreaming as you go mad
Bleeding really bad
What’s it gonna be?
Give it all to me
Black
Dreaming as you go mad
Bleeding really bad
What’s it gonna be?
Give it all to me
What’s it gonna be
Living to be free
Dancing on the edge
As if your mind is getting sick
Swearing for yourself
And still the higher boot you lick
We face tomorrow with the same old plastic smile
Think we escape what we deny
Replace the sorrow with an empty bag of lies
Then cross your heart and hope to die, my friend
What’s it gonna be?
Give it all to me
What’s it gonna be
Living to be free
What’s it gonna be?
Give it all to me
What’s it gonna be
Living to be free