There is a world I try to hide.
Dark and scary, deep inside.
Slowly, it will conquer me.
Piece by piece, becoming free.
I don't know how to stop its march.
It fills me with its evil starch,
Corrodes me with its blood-like acid,
Keeping me from being placid.
Who can truly fend it off?
To it, I'm just another quaff.
Just a tiny grain of sand,
Another piece of conqered land.
I need a hero. Yes it's true,
This White Knight has fallen, too.
And when you come to build the fire
High upon my funeral pyre,
I pray my sacrifice had chance
To stop its ne're-ending advance.
Must I live only to lose?
No! I won't! I refuse!
I won't give in! I'll never quit!
This intruder will remit.
Even though my wounds aren't healed,
I will make this demon yield.
I will end this dreadful blight.
I'll show it what it means to fight.
With every single ounce I give,
I'll prove that I deserve to live.
I will stem this tide of war,
So inner peace can be restored.