Death to Tyrants by Sick of It All

The Reason

by Sick of It All· from Death to Tyrants

Outcast. Never fitting in Defiant to the last - it's my life Forged our own way outside the lines For reasons they'll never understand Sacrificed. Considered great Never crossed our minds - it's my life Freedom to stand or fall Our destiny is solely in our hands No. This is not a joke Or a stepping stone Or some passing fad Flows through our heart and soul Some will never know What they could have had Too late. No turning back Wouldn't even try - it's my life Live through the joy and pain The blood. the sweat This is our life We all want a reason. A reason to exist We all want a purpose in life - well we found this The curse the darkness put out the light To be a constant thorn in their side To pull the blinders from your eyes It might do nothing but at least we try No. This is not a joke Or a stepping stone Or some passing fad Flows through our heart and soul Some will never know What they could have had It's my life