Your hands upon a deadman’s sword, and you’re looking at the fight. Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn, and they’ve given you reason to fight. And you’re not gonna take what they’ve got to give, and your not gonna let them take your will to live, because they’ve taken enough and you’ve given them all you can give , and luck won’t save them tonight. They’ve given you reason to fight. And all the storms you’ve been chasing, about to rain down tonight. And the pain you’ve been facing, about to come to the light (x2)