some of us, we're hardly ever here the rest of us, we're born to disappear how do I stop myself from being just a number how will I hold my head to keep from going under
down to the wire I wanted water but I'll walk through the fire if this is what it takes to take me even higher then I'll come through like I do when the world keeps testing me, testing me, testing me
how did they find me here what do they want from me all of these vultures hiding right outside my door I hear them whispering they're trying to ride it out they've never gone this long without a kill before
