Hungry Lights
Fate Won’t Pull Me Under
All my life I’d been the underdog—a solid second best 
Here’s to my decay, and here’s to moving onward! 
You’d placed the stakes so high 
-A gambling connoisseur 
The crowd, it cut like daggers soaked in poison 
Blathered fame into my ears 
But their words can’t ever undo change, 
And people hate with all their hearts 
What they can’t seem to control, 
So I’d rather face the depths of that old spear 
Than let them ever know me 

No way I’m dying 
Fate won’t pull me under water, 
And I can’t help but wonder, 
Am I just done? 
The story marches on 
I don’t think I wrote my best 
Fate won’t pull me under water 

Those bellowing voices all were deafening 
I couldn’t help, my hands were tied 
Something’s boiling—raging 
-Something’s multiplied 
How do you take the vital step 
When you’re shoulder-deep in failure? 
I don’t want to believe, 
But I can’t help it 
I already read between the lines! 
And now I know 
Every pa**ing second paints a masterpiece 
I’m splattered on the canvas in gold, 
And I bet from far away 
All the mistakes just give it more emotion 

So I feel I’m done resisting 
I’m not scared of what’s below 
I could show you everything I’ve grown to loathe 
No way I’m dying 
Fate won’t pull me under water, 
I can’t help but wonder, 
Am I just done? 
The story marches on 
I don’t think I wrote my best 
Fate won’t pull me under water 

You expressed a burden 
Suddenly you’re holding onto naught 
But every minute I succeed, 
Two points from death! 
The regret don’t keep me, 
‘Cause no purpose halts for flesh and bones 
And all of that nonsense 

Only once in my life did I ever think I could be so misread 
But it came, and then it went so fast 
-Another smudge to the back of my head 
If I ever went back in time, 
I wouldn’t even try to fix these mistakes 
-If I even want to call them mistakes 
But if I ever went back, 
I’d sit and watch myself evolve into the person standing there 
He’s become the opposite of what you wanted 
-Though indebted 
He owe’ too many people too many favors 
-Too many things to worry about, 
But he ain’t worried about that—nah 
He don’t remember 
Would things change if he could? 
Would they change if he planned out ahead? 
Would things change if he kept his cool? 
I’ll keep on thinking all the reasons that I’m breathing, 
That I’m believing, 
Is ‘cause out there someone else is still in need of me 
Look at me deciding, 
Providing that there is more to life than getting riches, 
Acceptance, and peace of mind 
Despite tears, 
I infect you, and there is no counteractant 
You’re defective 
There’s a message that I think is worth protecting 
No way I’m dying 
Fate won’t pull me under 
There’s too much to wonder, 
And I know we’ve only just begun 
So I guess I should try my best to write something more 

No way I’m dying 
Fate won’t pull me under 
There’s too much to wonder, 
And I know we’ve only just begun 
So I guess I should try my best to write something more true