Underdogs

Wake a beast that sleeps

Feed it right: Love to wake it, pain to make it grow

And feel it claw its way up through the dirt

Until the beat is running through you

Puns and whispers, words that weep

This is what I chose to be

Name yourself to run with the underdogs

It withers if you tame it

It withers and is gone

And no matter how you play it

It's still my song

We've died to give it life

Down below, where the music is relentless and the truth is colder

Where old kings fall apart we tore our gods to shreds

And fed the bitter pieces to each other

Break your back on entropy

And swallow down the legacy

Pay your dues to howl with the underdogs

It changes as you name it

It changes and moves on

And no matter how you play it

It's still my song

So take my love and fear and dreams

And all the secrets that my tomb will hold

Make from the ghosts that crowd my mind

A single thing that will hold

The bruised and seething hearts believe

And bleed for it so faithfully

And when it grows and roars, it feeds

Back into to those who made it be

To be eyes for those who lost their sight

And strength for those who lost the fight

A tongue for what you cannot speak

And life for all that couldn't be

And nothing you can say or do

Will ever take that away from you

But it can't be shared with anyone

Who doesn't know or won't belong

'Cause all your soul is what it takes

Hold your heart out 'till it breaks

Then you own the music of the underdogs