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 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