Nauseated from your sense of direction
Are we ready?
Is there a way to ever know?
We must decide for ourselves from within who we'll be and when life begins.
The fury of struggle, the oppression of expansion and creation, drives us like nails under the hammer. We can build, and rebuild and destroy, in an instant we become our own God and our own Demons. The sky opens up when you're ready to relate, and the clouds are cause for comfort on your off days.
Forcible living won't pay off, my senses tell me you're not really in as deep as you think.
There's a reason to keep stepping even after you've tripped,
don't let it get you down.
Keep your head high, I can see the fight in your eyes.
Is there a way to ever know?
We must decide for ourselves from within who we'll be and when life begins.
The fury of struggle, the oppression of expansion and creation, drives us like nails under the hammer. We can build, and rebuild and destroy, in an instant we become our own God and our own Demons. The sky opens up when you're ready to relate, and the clouds are cause for comfort on your off days.
Forcible living won't pay off, my senses tell me you're not really in as deep as you think.
There's a reason to keep stepping even after you've tripped,
don't let it get you down.
Keep your head high, I can see the fight in your eyes.