The Fight
Sometimes things can get a little crazy
And we don't know what to do
Sometimes I feel like my head is spinning
Yeah and I bet you feel that too
When the numbers don't add up, or they add up way too much
And you find you're short of breath
Body feels cold to the touch
Somewhere few and far away
There's a voice that's calling
Save me from myself
And from the cradle to the grave
There's a fight that we must fight
Be it heaven or Hell
So when feel you like everything
Is upside down and honestly
You can't seem to just catch a break
From all the shit you know is fake
Just sit back and realize
That's it not mutual demise
The world is full of shady things
And some days you just gotta sing
When the numbers don't add up, or they add up way too much
And you find you're short of breath
Body feels cold to the touch
Somewhere few and far away
There's a voice that's calling
Save me from myself
And from the cradle to the grave
There's a fight that we must fight
Be it heaven or Hell
This ain't another fight song
And we,can't all just get along
I'm not here to talk about
The fantasies we live without
Everyone says they want peace
Cause that what looks good on the screen
But no wants to give theirs up
Cause no one really gives a fuck
You gotta swing in low
Everybody wants to get
Swing in low
Everybody wants to get
Swing in low
Everybody wants to get
Everybody wants to get their's
And we don't know what to do
Sometimes I feel like my head is spinning
Yeah and I bet you feel that too
When the numbers don't add up, or they add up way too much
And you find you're short of breath
Body feels cold to the touch
Somewhere few and far away
There's a voice that's calling
Save me from myself
And from the cradle to the grave
There's a fight that we must fight
Be it heaven or Hell
So when feel you like everything
Is upside down and honestly
You can't seem to just catch a break
From all the shit you know is fake
Just sit back and realize
That's it not mutual demise
The world is full of shady things
And some days you just gotta sing
When the numbers don't add up, or they add up way too much
And you find you're short of breath
Body feels cold to the touch
Somewhere few and far away
There's a voice that's calling
Save me from myself
And from the cradle to the grave
There's a fight that we must fight
Be it heaven or Hell
This ain't another fight song
And we,can't all just get along
I'm not here to talk about
The fantasies we live without
Everyone says they want peace
Cause that what looks good on the screen
But no wants to give theirs up
Cause no one really gives a fuck
You gotta swing in low
Everybody wants to get
Swing in low
Everybody wants to get
Swing in low
Everybody wants to get
Everybody wants to get their's
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Wester
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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