Survival of the fittest

I know what you think of me
I see it in your eyes
Your stare, icy glare
but you dont scare me

Stand tall, Stand proud, A wall, A crowd,

I stand in the red corner,
and I will win this fight,

A war, No sound, The Hurt, Stand down.

We look eachother in the face
Our guns poised in the air
My glare, your stare
But you dont scare me

Stand tall, Stand proud, A wall, A crowd,

I stand in the red corner
and I will win this fight

A war, No sound, The hurt, Stand down

I know what you think of me
I see it in your eyes
Your stare, icy glare
You don't scare me.