The familiar taste of the bullet you bite It’s your kind – the flaws of your mind
As you fall from above to a place with no love Free your dog of desire
The familiar face of the fear that you fight Reappears – and you’re left behind
Find your seat – now the tide and its choir are here Hum along – drown your silence
Swing the axe for those who ran but never crawled Raise your glass for those whose names were never called Swing the axe for those who looked into the sun Raise your glass for those who lost – whose games were never won
All the feelings and tears you fight to be here Will be gone – will expire
Swing the axe for those who ran but never crawled Raise your glass for those whose names were never called Swing the axe for those who looked into the sun Raise your glass for those who lost – whose games were never won
Swing the axe for those who always hit the mark Raise your glass for those who lost – whose hearts were never sparked Swing the axe for those who killed your final hopes Raise your glass for those who smiled – swaying from their ropes