An Appetite To Fight

Fighting to keep denied an insight, From reaching daylight... Will never fade a darkness heightened. As more conflicts ignite. A fighting done to keep denied an insight, Will just invite... An appetite to fight. All love, Will be blinded from one's sight. No love, Will be touched or felt from others. It was love, That brought us here to live. To share it and to give. And not meant to have it erased. Or replace it with tears. Fighting to keep denied an insight, From reaching daylight... Will never fade a darkness heightened. As more conflicts ignite. No love, Will be touched or felt from others. It was love, That brought us here to live. To share it and to give. And not meant to have it erased. Or replace it with tears. All love, Will be blinded from one's sight... If an appetite for fighting, Keeps diseasing feasting minds. All love, Will be blinded from one's sight... If an appetite for fighting, Keeps diseasing feasting minds. No love, Will be touched or felt from others. If an appetite for fighting, Keeps diseasing feasting minds. A fighting done to keep denied an insight, Will just invite... An appetite to fight. As more conflicts ignite. 'Pass me the knuckles. Balled with them to hit. And, pass me those fists. Balled with them to hit. Pass me the knuckles. Balled with them to hit. And, pass me those fists. Balled with them to hit. Pass me the knuckles. Balled with them to hit. And, pass me those fists. Balled with them to hit. Pass me the knuckles. Balled with them to hit. And, pass me those fists. Balled with them to hit. Pass me those fists. Balled with them to hit. Just pass me those fists. Balled with them to hit. Just pass me those fists. Pass me those fists. Pass me those fists.'