you can maim my will to live and abandon me to time you can say that i ve committed all your imaginary crimes but i ain t gonna ride your prison line you can break every single bone in my body til i m dead you can turn my words against me til i choke on all i ve said but i ain t gonna lie in this sick bed you can tear my thoughts to pieces through your rotting lying teeth so i m discussed as a fuckup by your phony industries but i ain t gonna let you paint pictures of me you can hate me for whatever illusions are in your mind you get all your dreams for free and i have to work for mine so i ain t gonna ride your prison line