Crawling through this chaos in my mind with my plan
No one to confide in with my heart in my hand
I've been deadened by my pain
Have no more lessons for my brain
My time and life is counting down
Whilst I'm sat in this waiting game
Done with looping round in circles, in games for me to lose
Time to straighten to my purpose, to spring from this noose
A lousy pen as my firearm
As if the ink will create a spark
I've heard and seen the future that's written on my palms
And good god with all my heart, I will not stand by it
I think you're misinformed
I don't care if you're psychic
I refuse to serve that storm
I'll rewrite what can not be unwritten
Escape the cobra's clutch alive despite being bitten
Concuct an antidote from the venom of this prison
No matter how long I do my time, grappling on decisions
I forbid this captive's life to be lead by submission