The Bloody Dotted Line Video (MV)

I used to dream in color and I wished away the days
Waiting on the slightest chance that I would get to play
A guilded harp, a silver horn with a bonny tune to sing
A place inside a golden hall to prance around the king
When I was young I wished to be
Up to my neck in a fantasy
Why did I sign on that bloody dotted line?
Let the devils hold it over me

Is it a crime to live when you cannot afford the means?
Is it a crime to walk the earth like ravenous machines?
Is there a way to bridge a gap across a great divide?
Is it a secret thrill to know the gods are on your side?
When I was young I wished to be
A landed man with a back forty
Why did I sign on that bloody dotted line?
Let the devils hold it over me

The smoke still clouds my wits
The stink still fills my pores
From the night they kicked down the door
Down the door, down the door
The blood still stains my lips
The grief still chafes my soul
My pride was raked through the coals
Through the coals, through the coals
Yonder prison walls
They own my flesh and bones
But my thoughts are mine alone
Mine alone, mine alone