young misfits

In the battlefield where the echoes scream, Fighting battles in a twisted dream, Ten men strong, but it’s just me alone, War stories etched in flesh and bone. Enemies lurking, they can feel the heat, Heart pounding like a war drum, skip a beat, I'm Creepin’ through the night, I’m a phantom unseen, They think they’re tough, til i hit them with the machine. Bring the pain, watch ‘em drop to their knees, I’m the cure, but you’re the disease, Gory scenes painted red on the floor, Every step I take, I’m ready for more. Glory’s the prize, but the cost is steep, In this game of life, you either fight or sleep, Survival of the fittest, I’m the last man standing, In the chaos of war, hear my voice commanding. (Chorus) 2x It's survival of the fittest cuz im the siccest 5.7 hit that vest and ripp it cuz you gonna get it while i continue to crip it In the killing feilds where the echoes of the past collide, Survival’s on my mind, can’t let my guard slide. Heart heavy like the armor, dreams turn to debris, Reality’s a battlefield, the price of being free. Homies turn to phantoms, trust is hard to find, Gotta grip the steel tight, keep the vision aligned. Every corner that I turn, whispers fill the air, Is it life or a nightmare, trapped in despair? Got the knife in my right, gun steady in my grasp, Runnin’ from the truth, but I’m feelin’ every gasp. Lights flicker in the distance, shadows dance and sway, In this war-torn mind, I’m just fightin’ for the day. Counting all my losses, but the lessons never fade, In the chaos of the moment, I’m the price that’s paid. Will I rise from the ashes, or drown in the scheme? Gotta be ready for war, is it reality or dream? Gotta be ready for war is it reality or Dream.