When does it end, when is my work done?

[dj_dirge]

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Have I no control?
Is my soul not mine?
Am I not just man?
Just to be defined
Never to be ruled
Nor held to yield
Not Heaven or Hell
Just the land between

Am I not man?
Is my heart not weak?
No law, no God, no hate, no pity, no pain, just me.

Comprehend of how to learn
Secrets in the sky have choose my way
Never to be ruled
Nor held to yield
Nor Heaven nor Hell
Just the land between
And am I not man?

So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I love and why do feel that I carry a sword through a battle field?
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I fight and why do I feel that I carry a sword, that I carry a sword.

Like a path to Heaven or a road to Hell
Our choices are our own consequence is mine
We are the kings of wisdom the fools as well
We are the Gods to many, we are humbled man
We will build great works just to break them down
We'll make our rules so we never fail

So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I love and why do feel that I carry a sword through a battle field?
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I fight and why do feel that I carry a sword, that I carry a sword through a battle field?