A way it was...

  *S.C*
How do you know, you know?
When the guns are about to blow. When you’re backed up against the wall, with nowhere to go.
They say trust your instincts but they seem a bit slow. The fight deems impossible, so you choose to show your capabilities to fly solo; but no, maybe that wasn’t the right decision. So you go back and try reload. The gun won’t cock, still your colors glow. To live for it is your life, until you croak. That is the way; you were born in to it, so hang your head low.
It’s all because you don’t know, you know?
 *Members.*
The axe of life swings in, go on and take it in; breathe easier now.
 *S.C*
Aw you don’t want to take a bow? It’s easier to cower in the shower instead of help the members, to ‘beat the crowd’.  Broken rib, cracked scull from hitting the ground from the day before; they took you out without a sound.  They could’ve left you there but they dragged your body against the ground, took you home, a pound.
Aren’t you proud.
 *1 members.*
Is everyone un-forgiven in the way of time? Is everyone actually lost in way of heart and mind? To admit would be hypocritical, when you live by honor and pride. So save yourself from the gashes; would you have to spread the ashes of your  ‘lucky’ over time, to change your fates natural design. Why does it take this though to break our stride, to make us rethink to days of sugar and lime? Why in the end does someone always have to die, to save ourselves from dining with the devil, at the end of our time?
*Members.*
Your either all in or you’re all out, go on take a count, weigh your losses, Once you’ve figured it all out. you jump. The axe doesn’t have mercy for you now.