Wake a beast that sleeps Feed it right: Love to wake it, pain to make it grow And feel it claw its way up through the dirt Until the beat is running through you Puns and whispers, words that weep: This is what I chose to be Name yourself to run with the underdogs It withers if you tame it It withers and is gone And no matter how you play it, It's still my song We've died to give it life Down below, where the music is relentless and the truth is colder Where old kings fall apart we tore our gods to shreds And fed the bitter pieces to each other Break your back on entropy And swallow down the legacy Pay your dues to howl with the underdogs It changes as you name it It changes and moves on And no matter how you play it, It's still my song So take my love and fear and dreams And all the secrets that my tomb will hold Make from the ghosts that crowd my mind A single thing that will hold The bruised and seething hearts believe And bleed for it so faithfully And when it grows and roars, it feeds Back into to those who made it be To be eyes for those who lost their sight, And strength for those who lost the fight, A tongue for what you cannot speak And life for all that couldn't be And nothing you can say or do Will ever take that away from you But it can't be shared with anyone Who doesn't know or won't belong 'Cause all your soul is what it takes Hold your heart out 'till it breaks Then you own the music of the underdogs