The blood, raced to his fists
The deception, was too intense
His intentions were not to harm

But the animal instinct got the best of him
Now as he sits and contemplates
His actions audaciously too irate

He prefers to brazen it out
Than admit to defeat


Deception is a son of a (*##$ but I'm..
(BACK ON MY GAME, I'M OFF FULL THROTTLE!!)
You can double-deal all you want but I'll..

(ALWAYS STAND MY GROUND)

The blood, poured out her wrists

She tried to end it, w/ no success
The pain, the grief, the sorrow, no sleep
There was no escape, she was in too deep

Now as she sits and contemplates
She doubts her strength, she's lost all faith
Reflections of the past drew her close to death

The regrets she carries is all that's left

STAND YOUR GROUND!!