Music & Lyrics © 2016 By Seán Lightholder

It’s starting in the gut, son
You know decisions that you made wrong?
This ain’t that

Because everybody loves a try-er
From the pan into the fire
A man’s decisions
are his own

Don’t need to take nothing
Don’t need to take time
And it don’t matter what they think
Don’t let ‘em in your mind

Because you can’t change nothing
Got your finger on the button
This is do or die

And I can play in it
Tell ‘em ‘bout when I’m weighing it
I can wait for the midnight
I can wait, it won’t sit right
Searing, yeah
I can wait for the searing fear

You got to fake it ’til you make it