Lyrics

Smoke comes rising through the trees Blood on the rocks of your memories Duals once fought, where the underdog was pinned You already know the shape I'm in Its a long-arc script and its tiring Its the oldest story, the oldest wiring You've got to work and sweat for the payoff's end You already know the shape I'm in I am the loser that always wins... There's blood on the rocks to symbolize the wound A thin face starts to pale now It's just a comeback tale now Another twist of the knife, for drama to ensue Oh what is thе role for me? Which is the losеr that I want to be? I am the loser that always wins You already know the shape I'm in