Running under cover of the moonlight Shadow death row. At the night we're Running wild with no hope for tomorrow No tomorrow As we're walking through the fire, That burns within us all. If ya want to take A glance to the blaze of pain, you'll never Be

This fire burns, always. Even through the darkest days, This day is mine. The passion inside me, Is burning, is burning. All I've ever wanted was destiny to be fulfilled, It is in my hands, I must not fail, I must not fail. This is the broken ground

Fame, fame, fame, fame Fame, fame, fame Fame makes a man take things over Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame puts you there where things are hollow (fame) Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame That burns your change to keep you insane

So give it all, I give it all, We give it all, This is the reason why I sing, It's these reasons that belong to me Break through the undertow, Your hands I can't seem to find, Pollution burns my tongue, Cough the words I can't speak so I stall myself

Can't stop - moving Cut to the chase It is the fire that lights itself But it burns with a restless flame The arrow on a moving target The archer must be sure of his aim It is the engine that drives itself But it chooses the uphill climb A bearing on

What is wrong with me? What do I think? I think Invasion of our piracy Afterbirth of a nation Starved without your skeleton key I love you for what I am not I did not want what I have got Blanket acne'd with cigarette burns Use just once and destroy

With no happy ending Pushed up against the ropes, you wouldn't last another round I never wished for you to suffer like this You would not listen We will survive, the strong, the fortunate, the never ending We will survive through thick and thin You've

So give it all, I give it all, We give it all, This is the reason why I sing, It's these reasons that belong to me Break through the undertow, Your hands I can't seem to find, Pollution burns my tongue, Cough the words I can't speak so I stall myself

How could she be so cool How could it be she might be mine It's a story of a man Who works as hard as he can Just to be a man who stands on his own But the book always burns As the story takes it turn An leaves a broken man How could she be so fine

Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Ah, it's tough