Fortune Favors the Brave

Lyrics

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 blown down (And you're fighting!) 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!) 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 Fortune favors the brave This city is a dying whore It's too late to save And it will never change Change! Don't let down, cold night Falling down to my knees Fortune favors the brave This city is a dying whore It's too late to save And it will never change