My religion

I walk my road on the broken line,

Smoke in my lungs, and the stars still shine.

No preacher’s voice, no master’s chain,

I wear my scars like a badge of pain.

Don’t tell me how to breathe,

Don’t tell me what I need.

I’m living on my own creed,

I’m fire, I’m stone, I bleed.

I’ve got my brothers, I’ve got my crew,

For them I’d fight ‘til the night is through.

But when the silence is calling my name,

I ride alone through the wind and rain.

Don’t tell me how to breathe,

Don’t tell me what I need.

I’m living on my own creed,

I’m fire, I’m stone, I bleed.

I’m calm as a mountain, steady and tall,

But don’t push too far or you’re bound to fall.

My fists are thunder, my eyes are steel,

When the line is crossed, you’re gonna feel.

Don’t tell me how to breathe,

Don’t tell me what I need.

I’m living on my own creed,

I’m fire, I’m stone, I bleed.

Whiskey nights and a restless soul,

I pay the price but I own control.

No leash can bind, no cage can hold,

I walk my truth, I carve it bold.

Don’t tell me how to breathe,

Don’t tell me what I need.

I’m living on my own creed,

I’m fire, I’m stone, I bleed.

Love my people with a burning heart,

I’ll stand with them ‘til the world falls apart.

But I need my space, I need my sky,

I’m free ‘til the day I die.

Don’t tell me how to breathe,

Don’t tell me what I need.

I’m living on my own creed,

I’m fire, I’m stone, I bleed.

I’m the storm and I’m the calm,

Open hand or a deadly palm.

Walk away or stand and fight,

Either way, I own the night.

Don’t tell me how to breathe,

Don’t tell me what I need.

I’m living on my own creed,

I’m fire, I’m stone, I bleed.