Texty: Hit The Deck. Look Alive. My Main Fight.

Why can't we lay down
all the things that make us proud?
I'm tired of overlooking (LOOK!)
you're choosing your vices
over your friends
we used to see the same
but now we play on different sides
of the game
is old and rigged
so I'll move on without you

My main fight is against my friends
because where the differences start
the sympathy ends

What'd you think I'd do?
years of this will make a man go mad
in time I'm through (THROUGH!)
tried and tried till the end of my days

We used to see the same
but now we play on different sides
of the game
is old and rigged
so I'll move on without you

My main fight is against my friends
because where the differences start
the sympathy ends