In my corner I sit, contemplating defeat. What is the need? What is the cost? Or just doubting myself, means I've already lost?
In my domain of pain, I feel alive. The crowd gets loud, which means it's time.
Facing death for a second round, I will turn this ship around. I am not going down. I won't do this again. The more pain you inflict, the more power I gain.
This time around I am here to collect. This time around, faith is mine to select.