Changing the Rhythm
If life is a rhythm, we move to a different beat
We all used to follow the steady tread of mortal feet
Until the day when by bullet, blade or bottle
Death came over us, and sent us our fate to meet.
Metallic clangs as sword hits sword in a duel to the end
The number on rule that there's no way to bend
Our rhythm is one of constant struggle and battle
Leaving hearts, lonely and broken, beyond the ability to mend.