She thinks she’s free
she’s in control of her dreams.
she’s got the power in her hands
but she’s got chains on her feet
she has it all figured out
life is being in charge
she doesn’t see her hands are tied
and the target is on her head
she smiles with her lips
with tears in her heart
she moves in dance
to the beat of her own death
They worship the ground she walks on
they cheer her to walk on
slowly she descends to the pit
the darkness of life so short lived.