Have I no control? Is my soul not mine? Am I not just man? Just to be defined Never to be ruled Nor held to yeild Not Heaven or Hell Just the land between Am I not man? Is my heart not weak? No law, no God, no hate, no pity, no pain, just me. Comprehend how to learn Some of us die just to choose our way Never to be ruled Nor held to yeild Nor Heaven nor Hell Just the land between And am I not man? So why do I love when I still feel pain? When does it end, when is my work done? Why do I love and why do feel that I carry a sword through a battle field? So why do I love when I still feel pain? When does it end, when is my work done? Why do I fight and why do feel that I carry a sword through a battle field? Like a path to Heaven or a road to Hell Our choices are our own consequence is mine We are the kings of wisdom the fools as well We are the Gods to many, we are humbled man We will build great works just to break them down We'll make our rules so we never fail So why do I love when I still feel pain? When does it end, when is my work done? Why do I love and why do feel that I carry a sword through a battle field? So why do I love when I still feel pain? When does it end, when is my work done? Why do I fight and why do feel that I carry a sword, that I carry a sword through a battle field?