Through years of elevation and masters of creation,
We still haven't found a way to scribble up salvation.
And as a nation we give in and starve from our frustration,
While falling for the lies and other false temptations.
The sensation lies with us, man, we are the beholders,
But we're only getting crushed as the world's getting colder.
We're born to write OUR futures but don't want to lift the boulders,
So our pens stay on the ground as we drown by getting older.
But I took mine off my shoulders and I started up a spark,
Clashed two and two together and sailed off on the ark.
To embark on a new path and write my own history,
Lead a new pack of troops who aren't in it for the victory.
It's simple if you want, just don't beat around the bush,
Push for what you believe in and still love it if it hurts.
Just don't dwell on the past, love every second that you last,
And start as young as you can because your time is ticking fast.


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