Along this trip were heavy tolls

Hard to stay standing, but never lost balance

There's an equal and opposite reaction

And I've got three bullets left

Beaten with my spirit, my compassion

But neither will stay down

There's an equal and opposite reaction

And I've got three bullets left

Please, try me again. See if you win this time

No? Keep on thinking you're better!

You claim truth, but what kind of truth shapes into a different form?

You claim integrity but where is it when its time to honor those around you?

Win some, lose some. I keep pushing back

Three bullets left, and I've got room for more in the chamber