| Scratching Rounds |
|---|
| And this city rusted worn |
| Has pulled us way |
| Past torn and fast enough |
| We’ll never get away |
| And i won’t see you |
| Fuck this fight away |
| And if you don’t break this day |
| Then i’ll die or die trying |
| To steal us away |
| Because to say we beat this is everything |
