Fighters - Summer Camp

The first, it was hard and straight to the chin

A spray of blood caught his face as he lay dead

She staggered back in shock and surprise

Shivered at the blow, tears welled in her eyes

Bracing himself, he waited for a reply

She punched so hard he thought that he would die

He tried to remember how he used to feel

But that was a memory and this, this was real

When we used to fight, she said

«It was for something, not against each other»

But now we’re losin' what was good

Leavin' us empty and hating one another, one another

The fighters, the fighters

But no one ever wins

Circlin' around, he shook his head

Nights like these, she wished she was already dead

She squared him up and wiped away the blood

Pushed him back, he hit the ground with a thud

Lost in the moment, he said a name

His voice blew through her like a hurricane

She tried to remember how she used to feel

But that was a memory and this, this was real

When we used to fight, she said

«It was for something, not against each other»

But now we’re losin' what was good

Leavin' us empty and hating one another, one another

The fighters, the fighters

But no one ever wins