yeah..
when everything's past n you're soulless in you're coming age
care the less n' your more strange in the coming stage
more stressed n core pressed through the rising change
n it grows harder n burns hotter turning the page
hanging on a ledge fingers slip n' fall into a cage
and the fit grows into a rage..anger out ways wisdom
it rises higher by the gauge..stakes are dire
choice to bruise in the fire... from the edge
summer strikes on may days for pay gains
and less wage cause the mayhem more strange
its beauty for ashes...when the dream crashes
burns to ashes against the lightening flashes
...keep the thunder rolling to rainy gashes
courage lashes through brave schemes on soaked marshes
...great themes patterned in hoary dirges
of mournful cries in wake of victory marches
but we still soldiers rolling through these boulders
hold each others shoulders like we soldered in this foul dirt
incredible hulk and gravity strength..we whole in parts
support through the dreaded stretch n' gory paths

(chorus)
we're soldiers ..soldiers in this life
we treading on thorns sedges n' boulders in this life
strength n' courage we needing through this strife
and we'd make it cuz we soldiers in this life*2