some call it love
some call it servitude
we readjust, recreate our lives
some have their eyes closed
some they feel so good
some need to have that inner tyranny
well, i try to i try to find my own way to express myself
if that's all you can give
if that's all you can, i give

letting the notes fly
we are the warriors
painting a picture
we are the warriors

well, is it wise for you to come back
when you don't know who to follow
when he treats you like he owns you
when he doesn't really know you?

are you going to get down upon your knees Ôtil he comes around?
are you going to keep on pleasin' because it's hard to look at yourself?
i'm going to put a stop to his wicked ways
when i knock him down
if that's what i have to do
though you won't want me to