Free Will's Song
September 12, 2001

A slave to deadly smoke
nicotine's my fall
I'll puff until I die
'till I hear his call

Addiction born in sin
reaper of my breath
maddness wrapped in paper
speeds me toward my death

Courage not withstanding
will not strong or tough
guidance not yet heeded
warnings not enough

This morn' I sold my music
for another pack of wrath
burning up my mind
running down my path

Free will is such a killer
wouldn't change a thing
choices made in passion
yet I still can sing

Light another missle
roll another bomb
burn till life is over
free will's the saddest song