There's no deny we have our will,
the will to suffer or to drill.
To drill to master the emotions,
make devotions, sail the oceans.
Of course it matters, our will,
but somehow it just makes me ill.
Because the willings and desires, are all the weapons of the liars.
They make you think you have a will,
but in the end its just their reel.
Before you know it, you are caught,
and even though you think you fought,
the truth is that you were defeated,
the moment your desires heated.