I've always known that without food
Nobody can ever be truly well
And I've always suspected that whoever does their own thing
Fights a war, just on a small scale
But when it comes down to it
On the knife's edge
I was down for a long time but without despair
Of waiting through nights that last endlessly
I have faith in my mind and my hands
Soon I'll come out on top
Soon I'll come out on top
I've always thought that the forces
That drive me must be my own
And I've always said that if you fight
You shouldn't be afraid of blood and pain
On the knife's edge
I was down for a long time but without despair
Of waiting through nights that last endlessly
I have faith in my mind and my hands
Soon I'll come out on top
Soon I'll come out on top
Know that every rebel song can become a swan song
When maddened hordes kick you like a dog
But the land never forces the bird
And the sea never forces the lion
And the heart of every Zeelander doesn't beat in a throat
Soon I'll come out on top
Soon I'll come out on top
I have faith in my mind and my hands
Soon I'll come out on top
Soon I'll come out on top
I have faith in my mind and my hands
Soon I'll come out on top