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), 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 (x2)

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 (x2).