Fighting For?

Uuh-uh, sometimes It feels like fighting for Wasting away fighting for Uuh-uh, sometimes When it feels like fighting for Wasting away fighting for Should've been, could've been, ain't so why bother with No time to tolerate the constants of horridness Dressed as a friend, as nice as they come Knives shall be plunged deep into the flesh Of them that were happy to least expect it Blood may well be thicker than water But war will arrive with no word of warning Angels of the morning, demons in the noon Ever consumed by beating off the gloom There in the moment, faced with the truth Just ain't gonna know what's the right thing to do The life of the little, the life of the great deal Life taking life, death making space for life Vein fights of, vein flights of Hands are tied, sick and damn tired The cold truth makes room for the warm lies Uuh-uh, sometimes It feels like fighting for Wasting away fighting for Uuh-uh, sometimes It feels like fighting for Wasting away fighting for Uuh-uh, fighting for Choosing the right, battle recognising the foe At the end of the road that leads to a road from Out of the blows, no news is bad news Accustomed to assume in the payments of dues From right where you stand, that brings out the upper hand Peace makes the man, but the ego runs riot Step into the light, remaining in the darkness Fortune lanes pertaining to the heartless It may seem like a viable option Fire against fire is a strange concoction Karmic justice will reign supreme Routines in life cause a loss of belief, we're Regaining that, reframing that New name for that, new lane to bat Greater steps for all creed and kind With movements of this Devine decide it's Uuh-uh, sometimes (It's those moments) It feels like fighting for Wasting away fighting for Uuh-uh, sometimes (When we open our eyes and recognize) It feels like fighting for Wasting away fighting for