If this is a game to you,
why don’t you call yourself the winner,
because each second that passes
our survival rate gets slimmer
My arms are out
waiting for your embrace,
but your elbows are in
with fists looking for my face.
Fight or function?
I’m looking for an answer.
When we get together
its just a building cancer.
So why don’t we just
fight, fight, FIGHT!
and swing, sweat, and swear,
screaming until we shatter lights