When life has got its grip It seems like there's no breaking free. You've got to open up your eyes (open up your eyes and see) Games are played. Mistakes are made. Every one has been betrayed. You've got to pick yourself... Pick yourself back up. No matter how bad you fucked up. Or life will slowly start to rust, And every one will lose their trust. Stand up - break the chains, Got to wash away the fucking stains.