Yeah. I had the fire. I had the neon But what happens when the smoke clears? Is it victory or just a different kind of war? Let’s go I was addicted to the friction, a victim of my own vision Locked in a mental prison, making split-second decisions The thunder in my chest? Yeah, it sounded like a drum But when you live for the fight, you end up feeling numb I was charging at the shadows, blinded by the glow Running at a hundred while the world was moving slow Got the scars, got the stripes, got the medals on my coat But there’s a heavy kind of silence that’s grabbing at my throat Is it "fighting mode" or just "hiding mode"? Built a fortress for my soul just to watch it all erode Do I grab the blade or do I hold the hand? Do I build a wall or do I walk the land? The battle is a fever, the peace is the cure One makes me famous, the other makes me pure I’m caught in the middle, the storm and the sun Choosing which race I really want to run The war cry echoes, but the silence is deep Which one’s a promise? Which one can I keep? Listen, it takes a soldier to strike, but a king to abstain To look at the fire and walk through the rain Without a weapon in hand, just the weight of the truth I wasted my peace on the rage of my youth Now the "call of the wild" is a whisper in the trees Not a scream in the street, but a soul at its ease They say "failure isn't destiny," and yeah, that’s a fact But success is the peace that you keep intact Concrete turns to dust if the foundation is hate I’m rewriting the legacy before it’s too late I don’t need the thunder to know I’m alive I don’t need the lightning to prove I can thrive Iron chains broken? Yeah, I broke ‘em with a smile I haven’t felt this light in a long, long while The rage was the engine, but peace is the destination Do I grab the blade or do I hold the hand? Do I build a wall or do I walk the land? The battle is a fever, the peace is the cure One makes me famous, the other makes me pure I’m caught in the middle, the storm and the sun Choosing which race I really want to run The war cry echoes, but the silence is deep Which one’s a promise? Which one can I keep? No rest in sight? Nah, I see it now The neon’s flickering out The real power isn’t the explosion It’s the calm after the storm I’m home Yeah, peace out
