I am the Captain of my soul
I am the master of my fate
And I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming home
They’ll send you to hell, with a habit of mind
They’ll make you a monster, with a habit of mind
They’ll force you to stand, it’s a habit of mind
And the sound of the shot, is just a habit of mind
They’ll put you away, with a habit of mind
The sleight of the hand, is a habit of mind
They’ll say that you’re crazy, with a habit of mind
They’ll burn you alive, with a habit of mind
They’ll keep you awake with a habit of mind
They’ll turn you around make you sleep to the light
They’ll order the shot, when you put up your hands
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mine
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mine
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun