The Last Fight

Time feels like I've been back in jail Like when I was doin' time in the can Spend all night on a bended knee Just to beg for something to believe Left home with a pack of clothes Without a family tree This fight could be the last fight No giving, no winning One time could be the all the time Should we decide to end the misery Time heals all of the burned out bridges Filled with nothing more than misery I wear the mask of the embattled son Trying to beg for something to believe I left home with a pack of clothes Without a family tree This fight could be the last fight No giving, no winning One time could be the all the time Should we decide to end the misery Break the chains of featherweights and giants With distain for everlasting liars They're afraid when we spit out the fire And start living, living, living my friend (Who will answer my prayers?) (Who will answer my prayers?) This fight could be the last fight No giving, no winning One time could be the all the time Should we decide to end the misery This fight could be the last fight No giving, no winning One time could be the all the time Should we decide to end the misery This fight could be the last fight No giving, no winning One time could be the all the time Should we decide to end the misery