You are more than chemicals You are more than endless fractals Meek wonders of a wayward sun You are more than another run Cunning · circular · all precious feats All those secrets waiting to leak No wonder How duped we thought we were In these realms such things can occur What if you fail fail to fail And break right through? What would you fight? What would you push against? What if the struggle did end? What would become of us then? I'd rather spend my life banging on a wall Than walk right through an open door Coming full circle on our Hands and feet All these ends are waiting to meet If you don't make it You can always coast You never give up the ghost What if you fail fail to fail And break right through? What would you fight? What would you push against? What if the struggle did end? What would become of us then? I'd rather spend my life banging on a wall What if you fail fail to fail You'd walk right through Nothing to fight Nothing to push against What if the struggle did end? What would become of us then? So what's supposed to be the meaning of it all If i can walk right through that open door