Fighting For?

Uuh-uh, sometimes
 It feels like fighting for
 Wasting away fighting for
 Uuh-uh, sometimes
 When it feels like fighting for
 Wasting away fighting for
 Should've been, could've been, ain't so why bother with
 No time to tolerate the constants of horridness
 Dressed as a friend, as nice as they come
 Knives shall be plunged deep into the flesh
 Of them that were happy to least expect it
 Blood may well be thicker than water
 But war will arrive with no word of warning
 Angels of the morning, demons in the noon
 Ever consumed by beating off the gloom
 There in the moment, faced with the truth
 Just ain't gonna know what's the right thing to do
 The life of the little, the life of the great deal
 Life taking life, death making space for life
 Vein fights of, vein flights of
 Hands are tied, sick and damn tired
 The cold truth makes room for the warm lies
 Uuh-uh, sometimes
 It feels like fighting for
 Wasting away fighting for
 Uuh-uh, sometimes
 It feels like fighting for
 Wasting away fighting for
 Uuh-uh, fighting for
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 Choosing the right, battle recognising the foe
 At the end of the road that leads to a road from
 Out of the blows, no news is bad news
 Accustomed to assume in the payments of dues
 From right where you stand, that brings out the upper hand
 Peace makes the man, but the ego runs riot
 Step into the light, remaining in the darkness
 Fortune lanes pertaining to the heartless
 It may seem like a viable option
 Fire against fire is a strange concoction
 Karmic justice will reign supreme
 Routines in life cause a loss of belief, we're
 Regaining that, reframing that
 New name for that, new lane to bat
 Greater steps for all creed and kind
 With movements of this Devine decide it's
 Uuh-uh, sometimes (It's those moments)
 It feels like fighting for
 Wasting away fighting for
 Uuh-uh, sometimes (When we open our eyes and recognize)
 It feels like fighting for
 Wasting away fighting for