If I could bottle this moment I would, and I'd let it out when it all gets too much
These moments get fewer and farther between, but they make up for all the sh** I've seen
For all the things that go without saying these moments of clarity fill in the blanks in black and white
What I live for
What I'll die for
Why we're here
What's at stake, and as long as there's breath in this cold, tired body I'm gonna f**ing fight for it