raised my rifle swung for stars stole some falcon s wings yeah my city wears a rusty heart but my oh my it s beating still age old tales i whisper slowly once were colored juvenile youth lay down your axe and hold me i ll confess my wicked smile afraid of being terrified fall like feathers rest like stones i adore you none for i am not some kingless throne i am not a coward s son dare i chance it dare i gamble shiver now my fractious skin fortune free and empty handed i say a riskless life ain t worth a thing useless as a wedding ring i will claim my history and i will lose my battles not and i ll take what is meant for me cherished right beneath each wild onslaught i will live with what i ve got