Fighting, not right
What choice do we have anymore
Free fall in this pot of love?
That choice is not yours
I've been told, one thousand times
Theres no choice, it wont end
The darker side
We fall to the boot of a gruntled man
He knows not what hes been
Presumptuous we've been, we've not had anymore
Of this reformed warmth, That we solely need
I've been told, one thousand times
Theres no choice, it wont end
The darker side
We fall to the boot of a gruntled man
He knows not what hes been