comeback kid

with all the fire set in our eyes, without a cornerstone to realize, that later on we'll build the pyre, and burn so easily well everyone but me, and soon we'll sing in better moods, a sigularity well everyone but you, they'll pull the nerves out through the pores, though bruised so easily the comeback kid's not, bleeding, with words that defied all our social gestures, no one could've known what the comeback kid did, no words could describe all the social pressures, that leads to the time when the comeback kid wins, and wins, and now we sing in better moods, together whispering well everyone but you, and later on we built that pyre, and burned so easily well everyone but me, with words that defied all our social gestures, no one could've known what the comeback kid did, no words could define all the social pressures, that leads to the time when the comeback kid wins.