While walking him out, he chooses to enter with the flesh he was given.
You can just hear the crowd's anticipation for his demise.
Walking out weightless; not a chained, but a free man.
With each beast slain, they've lined up to see who will get his best.
The body moves knowing that there is nothing left to prove.
Even in his mind he's given up, but those two sensations are overwhelmed.
The fire that burns the heart is the secret to his iron will.
Still they come, thinking that their numbers will break his endurance.
Surrounded by a darkness; closing his eyes is the only way to see now.
Exhausted he made the beasts, surely he's at his end, surely.
Covered in complete filth, do you even recognize that man?
They'll tell you a man with that kind of tenacity just cannot exist;
just as real as the line of challengers waiting to get him to his knees.
