What’s it like, in this never-ending race? Time’s a dagger, it’s carving my face. Born with a fire, but it’s burning out, Been through the chaos, still filled with doubt. Here’s to the blood, the tears, the grind, To the lessons learned, and the peace we can’t find. Raise your fist to the struggles, the endless night, It’s never too late, but I’m losing the fight. Living every day, numb to the pain, Dancing with death in this endless game. For the lost souls who think it’s too late, It’s not too late... but we sealed our fate.