White Flag

Falling out of the sky, coming up through the floors Bouncing off the walls, busting in through the doors They're coming through on my phone, climbing outta the drawers They're coming at me in droves, coming at me in scores I feel like a punching bag I'm taking all the shots I can I'm tattered and I'm feeling had But you'll never see me wave that white flag Ton of weight on my back, load it up without pause Agonizing barrage, spilling out of their jaws I'm hiding out in the bars, I'm undermining my cause I gotta face the droves I gotta face the scores I feel like a punching bag I'm taking all the shots I can I'm tattered and I'm feeling had But you'll never see me wave that white flag Of course we're feelin' the heat, with our heads in the furnace You know you can't expect that it aint gonna burn us They're comin' at me in droves, comin' at me in scores I gotta face the droves I gotta face the scores I feel like a punching bag I'm taking all the shots I can I'm tattered and I'm feeling had But you'll never see me wave that white flag