Time feels like I've been back in jail   Like I was doin' time or even killed   Spend all night on bended knee   Just to beg for something to believe      Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree      This fight could be the last fight   No giving and no winning   One time could be the only time   Should we decide to end the misery      Time heals all of the burned out bridges   Filled with nothing more than misery   I wear the mask of the embattled son   Trying to beg for somethnig to believe      Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree      This fight could be the last fight   No giving and no winning   One time could be the only time   Should we decide to end the misery      Break the chains of featherweights and giants   With disdain for everlasting liars   They'll refrain when we spit out the fire   And start living, living, living my friend      *guitar solo*      This fight could be the last fight   No giving and no winning   One time could be the only time   Should we decide to end the misery      This fight could be the last fight   No giving and no winning   One time could be the only time   Should we decide to end the misery