Without the hurdles set in front of us it's just a standard race,
people sprinting round the track trying to make it to first place.
Trying to crush all out in front of them despite what they face.
In fact we treat them all like bait to feed the monsters giving chase
coz it's a cold heartless world and we all die alone.
If you're praying to higher powers, i'll bet you hear the dialling tone.
I bet you never get no answer, nah he never calls you back.
You're left to struggle through this life alone and forced to fight back.

I'm sick of walking the woods, history's cobwebs pulling me back,
sick of the creature i feel on me, feel it crawling up my back.
I feel it bite into my skin, feel it ripping me apart.
I feel the poison setting in, i feel a seizure in my heart.
It's like i'm lost alone in the dark and there's nobody i can turn to.
A fire in my veins with every heartbeat that burns through
my body til my blood starts to boil and i erupt
when i'm trying to jump life's hurdles but the struggles trip me up.

To make it out the other side i've gotta get in the boxing ring.
I've gotta fight 12 more rounds before they'll even dress my stings.
They're like "fuck the antidote, first you go another round".
Now i'm playing sudden death. I'm just trying to knock him out
but i feel i haven't got the strength inside to pull this off
like every uppercut i take breaks my jaw when it's locked.
Was i born to fight these demons at a steadily increasing rate?
Was i born to bet it all just to fall in this race?

We all go through hardships so really there's no difference
between criminals police the judge jurors and witness.
We all fighting battles and at times we all feel down
sometimes we wanna stay afloat sometimes we wanna drown.
But what's life without its trials, without shit to over come,
without you testing your resolve before the final tests they come?
So don't second guess your test fate will take you for a jest
it'll rob you of your breath just to prove how you were blessed.

You don't know what you're made of til it's tested taken away.
Til we're broken down destroyed. Til we're discarded thrown away.
When there's no choice but keep fighting the struggles in our way
til you're forced to find your voice when there's nothing left to say.
We don't know what we're made of til it feels there's nothing there
til you stare into the eyes of fear and show it you're not scared
coz the past that you've dealt with, even though it's seemed unfair
it's still given a sense of self and even helped you find your worth!