Got a message
Saying you're doing well
Last time I saw you
Straight out of hell
Where's the fire in your eyes
Why do you look so surprised
I like you
But I have my own mind
Wasn't born to follow
Won't stand in line
For what is near worthless
In the greater scheme of things
We should dream much bigger
Than we do
I like you
But I have my own mind
Wasn't born to wallow
In the mud
Wasn't born to swallow
All the lies
Wasn't born to share your secret sign
Oh, no no
You believe whatever you want
I have no creed to flaunt
If that makes you better than me
If that's your reward for being free
At least for now you'll see
That miracles are few and far between
Got a message
For all who think
Better times are guaranteed
In the greater scheme of things
All the gold stays with the king
And the followers...
They get to carry the king
