Fortune Favors The Brave

Christ-like in the composition
 You're the brunt of the problem
 It's my bone of contention
 So many faults I fail to mention
 When the house is blowing down, and you're fighting
 And you're fighting for the crown
 You got to learn to manifest the sound
 That gets them all running
 You have a history of missing the point
 So let me point this one out
 Every time has its season
 Every last moment its reason
 Fortune favors the brave
 This city is a dying whore
 It's too late to save
 And it will never change
 Nauseous at the site
 Furious towards its vice
 I get sick thinking about it
 Insane, faint-hearted
 When the house is blown down, and you're fighting
 And you're fighting for the crown
 I get sick just thinking about it
 It gets them all running
 You have a history of missing the point
 So let me point this one out
 Fortune favors the brave
 This city is a dying whore
 It's too late to save
 And it will never change
 Fortune favors the brave
 This city is a dying whore
 It's too late to save
 And it will never change
 Change!
 Don't let down, cold night
 Falling down to my knees
 Fortune favors the brave
 This city is a dying whore
 It's too late to save
 And it will never change
 Fortune favors the brave
 This city is a dying whore
 It's too late to save
 And it will never change