Texty: Texas In July. A Fair Fight.

it's inside.
wake up, neck braced to the wall.
bound by chains that will never let go.
cant feel my life.
mind flashes before my eyes.
torn from head to toe,
i go cold and see the foe.
So hate what you want,
and love what you can,
these mistakes hang here.
but they wont keep me shackled.
to the pain that waits. on the dark side.
what you do for you, dies with you.
what you do for others, carries on.