You can blame it on my pride or the spell that I’m under
I picked a fight with the lightning and talked back to the thunder
I want more wind in this tornado cause it isn’t moving fast enough yet
Going to burn this temple to the ground once I have the fuses set
After the fight is over will I talk so tough?
Will I run for cover after the gloves come off?
Yeah, when the black eye lingers will I stand my ground?
Or return my fist to fingers after the final round?
I have a hand full of feathers and bloodstains on my skin
Is there an angel left to wrestle wild horses they haven’t broken in
I get up from the canvas swinging like I think I might just win
We go around and round and round and round again
Will walking be a reminder of the punches I let by?
Will walking be a reminder of the punches I let by?
Another thorn in my side that I let by
After the fight is over will I talk so tough?
Will I run for cover after the gloves come off?
Yeah, when the black eye lingers will I stand my ground?
Or return my fist to fingers after the final round?
