He clinches his fist as he swings for the [bad word] fences

His since of abandon keeps him from deaths door.

Blown knees and torn [bad word] muscles heart made of steel

These are the hours he never wants back this is the price that you pay for glory.
Or maybe a since of fulfillment very few can appreciate the silence.
The cold calm when nothing is left standing in your way.
This is joy in it's greatest moment shared only with the [bad word] selfish, 
In a place where only the lonely ever choose to stand and die.
Behind every drop of sweat, eyes unfazed and devoid of feeling.

Love, has no place here. Our hearts beat alone