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Heated words exchanged outside*
Fight their way out as beasts collide
It's broken bones in the parking lot
From acts of fear and not from thought
This frame that used to be a refuge
Bears asylum for abuse
Knuckles, a forced replacement for
Hard-working minds and vocal chords
And as the temperatures rise
The crowd becomes a great divide
And when I look inside I find
Nothing you could do could bring me down to you
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
Broken bone parking lots, cut-outs, cheap shots
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
I refuse to join a side
Won't be a part of this decline
Knuckles are not replacement for
Hard-working minds and vocal chords
And as the temperatures rise
The crowd becomes a great divide
And when I look inside I find
I don't need bloodstains on my hands to make me feel like I'm a man
Fuck brute force, hostility, head high I choose to keep my peace
I don't nee bloodstains on my hands
Nothing that you could do could bring me down to you
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
Broken bone parking lots, cut-outs, cheap shots
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
And I'll fight it my own way