Impossible

 to live by a code, a conduct which is your own.

Forged with the fires of the bold, imprisoned by your own. 

hands which held so dearly to the concept of a man. 

For your word is the strongest, and it's binding is the power. 

And so finally when you're looked upon, and asked in this hour. 

Will you make a promise? 

Your answer is your prison, your code is your own. 

Knowingly you say something, that can only bring you down. 

To your knees as you reel, in the pain behind your eyes. 

But a promise is a word, a word that bear no lies. 

Now here you are, bound to not speak. 

Now there you go, away from what you seek. 

When you live by a code, it's always impossible. 

That you chose that which you want most. 

Semper Fidelis, Ego Amissa Anima, locutus est amicus meus. Ego Non potest te amo