Joy

Joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy Joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy Have I no control? Is my soul not mine? Am I not just man, destiny defined? Never to be ruled nor held to heel Not heaven or hell, just the land between Am I not man? Does my heart not bleed? No Lord, no God No hate, no pity No pain, just me Comprehend and countermand Synchronous guidance, I choose my way Never to be ruled nor held to heel No heaven or 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 am I lone and why do I 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 the path to heaven or the road to hell Our choice is our own consequences bind We are the kings of wisdom The fools as well We are the gods to many We are humble men We who build great works just to break them down We who 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 am I lone and why do I 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 through a battlefield?