Blood soaked are my veins
How truthful our lives seem to be
Never candy coated
The world delivers its devistation
un-thoughtfuly
Not tender to the weak
Not mournful to the dead
And always hateful to the strong
We live and die
Breathe and Cry
We wake in the morning
Just to fight our way back to our bed
We cannot fight back
Or at least not for a victory
So take your hand and
Lift your head up high
And fight the fight
we fight tonight
And keep on moving
Moving towards that
slowly fading light
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