Fight Scene from Fusion by Jensen Stiles & Koa

You’ll know you’ve made it
When the scent of smoke and blood hits you full force
Your scars are your ticket
But you’d better leave your morals at the door

Some curse this place to deepest depths,
But most come back fiending for more
It’s a point of pride to keep the bruises fresh
For pain, our sick paramour

What are you waiting for?

Once you’re in, no, don’t you dare look back
Your only task is to attack
We don’t believe in keeping business clean
It’s how we do it in the fight scene
Living for the taste of blood on teeth
Giving in to the vitriol beneath
Hooked on the hunger like it’s nicotine
It’s how we do it in the fight scene

(Jab, cross)
It's how we do it in the fight scene
(One, two, punch)
It's how we do it in the fight scene

Rugged bodies, ragged souls
No one’s friend, no one’s foe
Why we’re here, that’s for us to know
And for the rest to leave well alone
Eyes adapted to the gray
Fists are itching for the fray
And the prize for which you play
Is but to fight another day

Some curse this place to deepest depths,
But most can’t escape from the urge
For when your conscience rears its pretty little head
There’s nothing better than to hurt

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