[Verse 1]
I clock in at the hospital, sunrise to moon,
Healing wounds, saving lives, can't stop, no time to swoon.
Hurry home to love and laughter, a family's embrace,
Then it's down to the basement, where I find my own space.

[Pre-Chorus]
But there's a shadow hanging over, something isn't right,
It's the hand of the government, holding too tight.

[Chorus]
Tax my blood, tax my soul, what's the final fee?
Living like a rebel where they claim we're free.
Paying every day, it's a heavy climb,
Chains disguised as freedom, in these trying times.

[Verse 2]
I wish for simpler times, to roam, to breathe,
To find peace in nature, just the trees and me.
But those freedoms fade, it's concrete I see,
Gated freedoms, in the land of the "free."

[Pre-Chorus]
They say it's for my safety, they say it's for my good,
But would they swap places with me? Oh, if only they would.

[Chorus]
Tax my blood, tax my soul, what's the final fee?
Living like a rebel where they claim we're free.
Paying every day, it's a heavy climb,
Chains disguised as freedom, in these trying times.



[Bridge]
I carry my weapon, but it’s not what you think,
It’s my will, my resolve, unbreakable link.
In the dead of night, while the world sleeps sound,
I’m awake, pushing iron, round after round.

[Verse 3]
One day they’ll see, or maybe they won’t,
That the spirit of a man is not something you own.
Tax my living, tax my breath,
But you can’t tax my heart till the moment of death.

[Chorus]
Tax my blood, tax my soul, what's the final fee?
Living like a rebel where they claim we're free.
Paying every day, it's a heavy climb,
Chains disguised as freedom, in these trying times.

[Outro]
So I'll keep grinding, keep fighting the good fight,
In the shadows of freedom, till I make it right.
Rich in spirit, rich in pain,
In the heart of the fight, I remain.

[Chorus]
Tax my blood, tax my soul, what's the final fee?
Living like a rebel where they claim we're free.
Paying every day, it's a heavy climb,
Chains disguised as freedom, in these trying times.

[Outro]
So I'll keep grinding, keep fighting the good fight,
In the shadows of freedom, till I make it right.
Rich in spirit, rich in pain,
In the heart of the fight, I remain.