He clinches his fist
as he swings for the f****** fences
His since of abandon
keeps him from deaths door.
Blown knees and torn f****** muscles
heart made of steel
These are the hours he never want back
this is the price that you pay for glory.
Or maybe a sence of fulfillment
very few can appreciate the silence.
The cold calm when nothing is left
standing in your way.
This is joy in it's 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
as he swings for the f****** fences
His since of abandon
keeps him from deaths door.
Blown knees and torn f****** muscles
heart made of steel
These are the hours he never want back
this is the price that you pay for glory.
Or maybe a sence of fulfillment
very few can appreciate the silence.
The cold calm when nothing is left
standing in your way.
This is joy in it's 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