Fortune Favors the Brave

Christ-like in the composition

You're the brunt of the problem

It's my bone of contention

So many faults I fail to mention

When the house is blowing down

And you're fighting for the crown

You got to learn to manifest the sound

That gets them all running

You have a history of missing the point

So let me point this one out

Every time has it's season

Every last moment it's reason

Fortune favors the brave

This city is a dying whore

It's too late to save

And it will never change

Nauseous at the site

Furious towards it's vice

I get sick thinking about it

Insane, faint-hearted

When the house is blown down

And you're fighting for the crown

I get sick just thinking about it

It gets them all running

You have a history of missing the point

So let me point this one out

Change!

Don't let down, cold night

Falling down to my knees