I miss the smell of blood and the sight of split lips,
The thrill of pounding into the flesh of someone you didn't know.
But those days are more forgotten than the last eclipse,
Wondering when was the last time you actually felt whole.

When did the **** get kicked out of the fights here?
We used to stand as titans that didn't have a single worry.
Now all I see are children that are full of angst and fear.
Someone needs to bring this place back to life in a hurry.

I'll never lose the scars I got in this dusty old place.
No one brought guns here, our fists made our point.
How could anyone let these decaying halls lose all their glory?
Every bone in me burns with an anger that flows into my joints.

Maybe the days of fighting like dogs are dead and gone,
I kick the dirt under my feet and say a silent prayer with a sigh.
If I left my patch of paradise like this I knew it would feel wrong.
I turn back & walk away from my old home without even a goodbye.