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.