The Arcadian Wild - The storm

Making a living has a way of killing me^Amn The ^Dlungs keep breathing ^Embut the s^Coul suffocates wit^Ghin T^Ghere is nothing new under the sun, it's all the^Am same Need a ^Drevival '^Emcause survival's ^Ca losing ^Ggame

Am I ^Gfighting the ^Cgood fight? Am ^AmI on the ^Drun? Am ^BmI chasing ^Cvanity, or ^Amdoing what ^Dneeds to be ^Cdone?

A ^Gman must always have ^Csomething to ^Gconquer A ^Cwoman to ^Gfight for, a ^Dwar to be waged We are ^Gborn for the storm, to ^Crisk all and ^Grebel To ^Clive hard and ^Gdie well is ^Dwhy we were ^Gmade

I've seen an evil that overcomes us ^Amall The ^Dbacks of ^Emgood and wicked ^Cmen are both against the ^Gwall ^GWhat then shall we do when we are destined for the ^Amdust? ^DDig our feet in^Emto the earth and ^Croll them sleeves ^Gup

No ^Bmmatter ^Gour ^Cstation, ^Amwages, or ^Dtrade Our ^Bmlabour ^Gis ^Cloving, it's a ^Amworthy way to ^Dspend all our ^Cdays

A ^Gman must always have ^Csomething to ^Gconquer A ^Cwoman to ^Gfight for, a ^Dwar to be waged We are ^Gborn for the storm, to ^Crisk all and ^Grebel To ^Clive hard and ^Gdie well is ^Dwhy we were ^Gmade

This life's a vapour that quickly e^Amscapes My ^Dlove, my hate, my ^Amemo^Amry will soon be e^Grased So let's breathe in this vapour and drink this sea ^Amdry ^DDo and dare ^Emgreatly 'til our ^Clast day ar^Grives

A ^Gman must always have ^Csomething to ^Gconquer A ^Cwoman to ^Gfight for, a ^Dwar to be waged We are ^Gborn for the storm, to ^Crisk all and ^Grebel To ^Clive hard and ^Gdie well is ^Dwhy we were ^Gmade