He clinches his fist as he swings for the f**ing fences His since of abandon keeps him from d**hs door Blown knees and torn f**ing muscles heart made of steel These are the hours he never wants back this is the price that you pay for glory Or maybe a since of fulfillment very few can appreciate the silence The cold calm when nothing is left standing in your way This is joy in its greatest moment shared only with the truly selfish In a place where only the lonely ever choose to stand and die Behind every drop of sweat, eyes unfazed and devoid of feeling Love, has no place here. Our hearts beat a lone