Jack Conte - Eat

What a game we play in this arena
It's called "Haul your ass, or you'll be eaten"
Fill your mouth, don't be shy, have a bite now
He wasn't fast enough, so he's in the dark now

That's the way it'll be in the land of the free
And the man in the moon made of dust and laughs at us
No, no, don't laugh at us
No, no one laughs at us

I'll keep me calm with a slew of convictions
Nothing sings like a good distraction
I wish my head was a page in a printer
Trash bad thoughts with the click of a finger

With the crack of a gun and the snap of a bone
We will fall to our knees, and we're gone, and we won't come back
Now I'm alive, and my soul is on fire
And I breathe, and I love, and I sing, and you can't stop me
No, no, you can't stop me
No, no, you can't stop me
No