What a game we play in this arena. It's called:
"haul your a**, or you'll be eaten."
Fill your mouth, don't be shy, have a bite now
He wasn't fast enough, so he's in the dark now
That's the way it will be in the land of the free
And the man in the moon (made of dust) laughs at us! No! Don't laugh at us!
I'll keep me calm with a slew of convictions
Nothing sings like a good distraction
I wish my head was a page in a printer: trash bad thoughts with the click of a finger
With the crack of a gun and the snap of a bone we will fall to our knees, and we're gone, and we won't come back
NOW, I'm alive! And my soul is on fire
And I breathe, and I love, and I sing, and you can't stop me!