We may have lost the fight today
but we still have the war
Number three is well on its way
Isn't it deplorable

Mama told me i can do everything
If my mind were true and sure
But pushed and pawed in the wrong way
Now i know its truth

"Oooh woe is me" they mock scream
When I just try to live
Stuck in fight or flight all day
Ate my smile away

Burnout on the cusp of vision
It makes it hard to dream
I just want to smile again
And feel that lightness encompass me

Off my chest of symphonies
A heat blazes with need
To feel whole
To feel seen
To feel peace in this place i call home

The horns sound alarm
Brazen red and shining off
Of new steal bars
Bars that aim their sights at me
My friends
My family

"Why?" We scream
In the void
Cuz no ones listening
Why listen when you think you've won
Just beat down the voice
Why listen when you think you've won
But round three is about to start

We refuse to help you scheme
We refuse to help your need
Go ******* try for my own
And you will learn that truth.