Midnight, traveling on my own Streetlights lead the way from home Nothing here for me to stay But dirty work for honest pay Gonna leave it all behind this time And let it die Why should I believe what they say Why should I be molded to their way Made myself a promise that I'd fight And I would be the judge of what is right - for me Meet the prisioner of a role Captured, lost and dying soul I will break the chains of time I will change and own my mind I refuse to be another light In the night Why should I believe what they say Why should I be molded to their way Made myself a promise that I'd fight And I would be the judge of what is right Gonna burn the bridges down behind me Looking for horizons to unfold Gonna bury all the hate inside me I will face a new world on my own Why should I believe what they say Why should I be molded to their way Made myself a promise that I'd fight And I would be the judge of what is right Why should I believe what they say Why should I be molded to their way Made myself a promise that I'd fight And I would be the judge of what is right - for me