No one gets to their heaven without a fight
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
No one

Sometimes the need is just too great
No one
The suit of shining armor

A refuge for the coming night
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
Our better natures seek elevation
A future of eternal light
A future of eternal light
We build our defenses, a place of safety
Sometimes the spirit is too strong
For the solace we seek
Or the flesh is too weak
A refuge for the coming night

We hold beliefs as a consolation
By the flashes of artillery light

Becomes a sharp and burning sword

What should have been our armor

The battle flags are flown
A comfort, or a promised reward

Blood is drained of color
A way to take us out of ourselves
What should have been our armor
No one gets to their heaven, heaven
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
Becomes a sharp and angry sword

At the feet of a god unknown
No one gets to their heaven without a fight

Becomes a keen and bloody sword
A refuge for the coming night
No one
Sometimes the damage is too great
Confused alarms of struggle and flight
Or the love is too weak
And leave the darker places unexplored
Or the will is too weak
Sometimes the fortress is too strong
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
Meditation or medication
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
No one gets to their heaven without a fight