This fate I hold, these shackles tear,
Like a prisoner of war, I’m in prison wear,
These bars that hold me through the darkness of night,
This is my declaration of freedom to save my sight,

Not prisoners of war, not prisoners of fate,
These cuffs that withhold me, they cage in the hate,
These transgressions that occur, they are of another kind,
Not prisoners of war, just prisoners of mind,

The guise of the void which cages you in fear,
The serenity of peace, the price of a tear,
Like a cataclysm of powers, the moment draws near,
Break free of your shackles; unhinge your cage of fear,

Not prisoners of war, not prisoners of fate,
The cuffs shatter to pieces; the serenity’s too great,
The moans of eternity, they no longer scream confined,
Not prisoners of war, just prisoners of mind,

Convict no more, the reality is crystal clear,
The sins of your past, they may never reappear.