Bad Times (Orginal Mix)

Walking through the shadows when the lights go down
Facing all the pressure in a cold, dark town
Heavy clouds above, but
I stand my ground
Turning every struggle
Into something profound
People say the bad times break your drive
I say the bad times make you feel alive
Forged in the storm, tempered by the cold
Writing out a story that was never told
Sub-based, pulsing like a steady heartbeat
Mastering the rhythm of the midnight street
No retreat, no surrender to the dark
Lighting up the night with an inner spark
To the stormy weather
Rising from the ashes
Higher than before
Bad times, bad times