IRC-Galleria

What the hell is this feeling, another being that has a fight of life, why the hell do I get mad about it. When even don't know this person. Why does it make me mad if one doesn't raise it's hand for it's own rights. Why do I care about a foreigner I haven't even seen for real. Why do I care. Why do I want to throw myself in front of a bullet aimed at another one. Is it because I don't care about my own life? Is it because I think I will make it out alive? I don't know... What makes me this way... Why... I'm furious if someone else wants to die, lower their fist down because they think it's not worth it to fight. What can I do? I can't do anything when one's all the way on the other side of the goddamn world.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH..! Even the goddess of destiny and goddess of faith love teasing me because of my trait. I get thrown in to every damn fight where one has already given up and doesn't let me affect anything! Only because if one doesn't believe in itself I wanna show what one can do. I wanna prove what one can stand against. Yet it seems I'm always too late. As if I'd be bullied.
Give me my own real fight to fight damnit! When I get the damn chance I will take the chance to fight, IT'S MY EXTACY FOR GODDESS SAKE! Fighting for the right thing IS my extacy. I'll raise myself from the dead to finish it. I can't stand this feeling... I want to fight for someone. I want to prove myself useful. I don't care what I'm up against. I'm a damn madman when it comes to war. I want to feel useful. Even if the opponent could laugh at me I want to stand proud.



I don't know how I got here, but I refuse to stay
I betrayed myself when I let others have their way
But I am holding on, my finger on the pulse
The sound of my heart pounding tells me there's still hope

PRE-CHORUS:
But people don't like when you put up a fight
And slowly, ever so slowly, I am losing mine

CHORUS:
I'll fight! (Fight!) Fight! (Fight!)
Fight or be taken out alive
(Fight!) Fight! (Fight!)
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Standing on the edge, am I better off dead?
How could I forget that I'm better than this?
I've come too far to fade tonight
Fight or be taken out alive

My thoughts are racing faster than my body can react
The danger doesn't register, the fear feels like an act
Don't pull the plug, I swear this isn't how I want to go
The sound of my heart pounding tells me there's still hope

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

(I survived on life support
But I'm stronger than I give myself credit for
These conditions only cure
When we prepare ourselves for war)

I survived on life support
But I'm stronger than I give myself credit for
These conditions only cure
When we prepare ourselves for war



You're not running just enough of a wreck
To hold the hurt heart everybody expects
And I know you wrote a history of making a mess
Misunderstood's an understatement at best
How long, how long will you demand my sympathy
We all know hurt so why do you feel the need to

PRE-CHORUS:
Put on a pretty face, give them a pretty taste
No one's buying it anyway

CHORUS:
You're so tired trying to rewind the mess you've made of your own mind
But the pieces won't pick up themselves you know
You can fight just like you've been taught, it won't undo the life you've got
'Cause the pieces won't pick up themselves you know

You're not running just enough of a wreck
To hold the hurt heart everybody expects
And I know you wrote a history of making a mess
Misunderstood's an understatement at best
You say you try, you're after something better
It doesn't show, you're still not put together

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

Everybody knows liars never make it for long
I am getting close, I can see just what's going on
Everybody knows, everybody knows (Whoah-oh, woah-oh)
I remember what you were before you gave it away
You've never been the type to watch the pieces fall where they may
And now you've let it go
But I know you know (Woah-oh, woah-oh)