Verse This one's for the idle unfounded, for the honest man free of the plain. Conception to grave, from pharaoh to slave, we all take part in the game. It's old, as it's sacred and lauded, by the fairest who champion its case. Can keep your feet grounded, leave others astounded, absolve when you fall from grace. Every insult you cried, every time it's replied, every compliment you won't stand fine. We may think that we're free, in every degree, but we're just in a chain by design. verse 2 If the mind is able to reason, then surely I'm the one in control. But at em' oh at em' keep passing the baton, uncertainty taking its toll. And I wish that I'd done something different, maybe I'm determined to rue. But this lit cigarette, means I still regret, I'm just predetermined to. Every aspect of life, through elation and strife, this mortal coil's oddly divine. We may think that we're free, in every degree, but we're just in a chain by design. Every footstep I place, every dream that I chase, can somewhere be chased down the line. You can influence me, but you'll always be, a product of things preassigned. We may think that we're free, in every degree, but we're just in a chain by design. We're just in a chain by design. ************************************ | h Hammer-on | p Pull-off | / Slide up | X Dead note | v Vibrato ************************************ CHORDS 320022 X32022 XX0233 X220XX X0202X X3201X X5403X