When it's my turn,
I lay my cards bare;
When it's their turn,
They pack the deck and leave...

The wrinkles tell a story
Of conquest and of glory
Humor just to set the mood
Never once called boring
An electric charge
Pulsating through their veins
But it’s all just nervous energy
When all the worlds a stage

When push comes to shove
We sing of life and love and a lack thereof
And when there’s violence and revenge afoot
Restoring order we shall put
Walking the edge of a straight line
Danger lurking just behind
Hyper tension
Awareness raised
World on fire
Set ablaze