To Live, Is To Fight
The ringing in my ears
Is not a burden, but a gift
Freedom's not wrapped in plastic
But plastered 'cross your face like this
The lights, and the sounds
Will sweep you off the ground
The man with the hat
Will try and beat you down
With his cane of "wisdom"
His sea of shattered dreams
They'll try and render
Your head and all it's schemes
The magnetics in your heart
Are no trouble, not at all
To live, is to fight
To fight til' your last breath is gone
You breathe again
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