The promise

He said: Just sign your name across the dotted line
and take advantage of the goods I have to offer
It won’t cost you much just a single drop of blood
and I’ll hand you the things you have long been wishing for

It’s an easy way to choose,
what do you have to lose?
Will I fall?
Will I stand tall?
Will I fall?
Will I stand or fall?

Should I sign and end this lifelong string of broken dreams of failure,
shattered hopes, of trials and tribulations?
It won’t cost a thing all the world will hear me sing
and I’d have all the riches, the fame and everything

It’s an easy way to choose,
what do I have to lose?
Will I fall?
Will I stand tall?
Will I fall?
Will I stand or fall?

Should I sign and blindly dance along the piper’s tune
or should I rather [bad word] my inner voice to guide me?
I don’t own a lot but I still got one last shot
so do I need to believe in a promise and its seed?

I willing to choose
when it’s myself I could lose?
Will I fall?
Will I stand tall?
Will I fall?
Will I stand or fall?