No defeat could knock me off my feet
From fighting my battles that been thrown at me
When I thought hope was lost
You gave me life, life again
Thistles falling from grape trees
Oh, they try to tempt me
In a world of masquerade
It's enough with these charades
I'm not afraid
So I'll play their game like a renegade
Ooh-ooh
Feed the prey like a sermon on Sunday
Ooh-ooh
So I'll play their game like a renegade
Dressed as sheep, the wolves preyed on me
I learned that bad fruit falls from bad trees
So I write with divinity
Play you at your own game
Beat you at your own hand
Feed you with your own words
Watch this renegade
I'm not afraid
So I'll play their game like a renegade
Ooh-ooh
Feed the prey like a sermon on Sunday
Ooh-ooh
So I'll play their game like a renegade
So I'll play their game like a renegade
Ooh-ooh
Feed the prey like a sermon on Sunday
Ooh-ooh
So I'll play their game like a renegade
Ooh-ooh
Feed the prey like a sermon on Sunday
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh