“Alone at last we can sin and fight. And I've lost all faith in this blurring light, (Stay right here we can change our plight. Storming through this despite what's right.) One final fight for this tonight. Whoa-oh-oh With knives and pens we made our plight. Lay your heart down, the end's in sight. Conscience begs for you to do what's right. (Everyday it's still the same dull knife, Stab right through and justify your pride.)”
