while i choke strangled by the hands of time   my life slowly slips away   the dollars i save aren't worth the days i've spend   with images of freedom as lies in my head   the hand that feeds will always bleed me dry   through these hours these minutes thes moments are mine   intensify   no one else will guide the way   break the silence before it breaks us...   down to a point from where there's no escape   where regret destroys whatever life remains   and you when you've told yourself a lie   the path of least resistance detroys you in time   is it heresy to want to live today? that's not asking to much   so many are barely getting by and starving in the streets   while in denial of death yet still afraid to be free   we grovel beneath the pantheon of security   assured as we sell our dreams to buy our pain   that "the meek shall inherit" when only the strong will reign   all life hangs in the balance i won't wait until it drops   i can't wait they might not have another day   i have to live i might not have even on more day