Forward again into the unknown
Coping strategy revealed and shown
No longer hiding, cover blown
Scathing desire cut to the bone
Time to now recover the throne
Victorious I shall stand alone

Fed and watered?
Hung drawn and quartered?
Do you have much of a choice?
Do you have much of a voice?

Onwards! Is the battle cry
A lust that I no longer defy
An urge to which I must reply
Prior actions I must rectify
Previous intent nullify
Orders to which I now comply

Fed and watered?
Hung drawn and quartered?
Do you have much of a choice?
Do you have much of a voice?

Rugged pathways always trace
Scar like patterns upon this face
The pain I will always embrace
Engaged by memories of this place
Alternate battles to which I race
Charge headlong with rapidity of pace

Fed and watered?
Hung drawn and quartered?
Do you have much of a choice?
Do you have much of a voice?

Many battles lost and won
Many battles not yet begun
Some engaged just for fun
Some with time left to run
In the end there will be none
In the end all will be done

Fed and watered?
Hung drawn and quartered?
Do you have much of a choice?
Do you have much of a voice?