No Fucking Quit

(Drop-tuned guitars. Big kick drum. Think early Linkin Park meets Slipknot meets Five Finger Death Punch.)

No sleep.

No peace.

No fucking quit.

(Guitar explodes)

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CUT ME OPEN—

See the invoices under the skin.

Tax debt.

Child support.

Scars where I’ve fucking been.

Every day another knife,

Another smile for the kids,

Another bill in the mail,

Another punch to the ribs.

You think I’m broken?

LOOK AGAIN.

I’m held together by pure goddamn will.

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I bend…

I don’t break.

I bleed…

I don’t fade.

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COME ON!

PILE IT ON!

IS THAT ALL YOU FUCKING GOT?!

No sleep!

No luck!

Still dragging this body to the top!

Kick me down!

Watch me crawl!

Then stand taller than before!

Every scar says the same damn thing—

NO FUCKING QUIT ANYMORE!

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Lauren gone?

Fine.

Heart broke?

Fine.

Hamstring gone?

Fine.

Sleep gone?

Fine.

World says “stop.”

I SAY “WATCH.”

Another rep.

Another set.

Another fight.

Another shot.

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(Everything drops out except drums.)

You…

don’t…

get…

my…

girls.

You…

don’t…

get…

my…

future.

You don’t get my discipline.

You don’t get my soul.

YOU DON’T GET ME.

(Massive guitar slam back in)

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COME ON!

PILE IT ON!

I’M STILL STANDING IN THE RAIN!

You can take the money,

Take the sleep,

Take the comfort,

Take the pain—

BUT I’M STILL HERE!

STILL HERE!

STILL FUCKING HERE!