Cool Rush Song
The snakes and arrows a child is heir to are enough to leave a thousand cuts
We build our defenses, a place of safety and leave the darker places unexplored
Sometimes the fortress is too strong or the love is too weak
What should have been our armor becomes a sharp and angry sword
Our better natures seek elevation a refuge for the coming night
No one gets to their heaven without a fight, no one
We hold beliefs as a consolation a way to take us out of ourselves
Meditation or medication, a comfort or a promised reward
Sometimes the spirit is too strong or the flesh is too weak
Sometimes the need is just too great for the solace we seek
The suit of shining armor becomes a keen and bloody sword
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
A refuge for the coming night, a future of eternal light
No one gets to their heaven without a fight, no one
Confused alarms of struggle and flight, blood is drained of color
By the flashes of artillery light, no one gets to their heaven without a fight
The battle flags are flown at the feet of a god unknown
No one gets to their heaven, heaven
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
Sometimes the damage is too great or the will is too weak
What should have been our armor becomes a sharp and burning sword
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
A refuge for the coming night, a future of eternal light
No one gets to their heaven without a fight, no one
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
