They say that which has been brought into the darkness now come into the light. Step into the light. I've had my dreams slip out from beneath my nose in a world so cold my heart was frozen. Journey beyond the pure white snow and emerge from the winter of my discontent. I won't consent to less than 110 percent. I will lick my wounds, I will not scrape or bow to you.
Hold onto my hand, walk with me from your demise. I won't retreat, I won't be made weak by the thoughts in my feet. I will walk till I bleed, dying from fatigue and beyond if need be. But believe me, you won't defeat me. That's a promise I keep until they drop me six feet deep, motherfucker. Be on the prowl.