The Losing Side

Something in the fashion that you walk leaves me in disarray 

as infatuation grasps me in its claws and drags me under 

Like a victim comforted by subtle talks

 with it's cunning, mighty prey 

I feel safe among the knowledge 

 that I may soon be ripped and torn away

You've got a hold on me 

In a way I never thought could ever be a possibility 

Now the only way that I can see to really make it out free 

is to fall a little more 

I never thought that I'd go down so easy 

Fighting for control while I lose my mind 

Now this cold heart's been defeated

and learning how to cope on the losing side 

So fearlessly we march into the fire; the risk worth the reward 

 - and the cost of our wounds, and other's falls, and brothers slain;

With no thought or question

Our scars reveal our former great desires;

all the loves we served before,

and the captivated hearts of those we have enchained