Treat yourself to a trip On the callous hills Of your grand father's hands and save for them a tear Treat yourself to a heartbeat So close to eternity Honouring what was done to make possible what will be Hey men we run glorifying the speed But the more we go far, the less we read Hey men we learn, distractedly The more we cover up ruins the less we'll be complete Treat yourself to a frightening dip Into the passed down fears To immunize this present grief and allow new experiences Treat yourself to the scent of wheat Your arms already know how to reap Cause they are wet with the same blood shed in antiquity Hey men we run glorifying the speed But the more we go far, the less we read Hey men we learn, distractedly The more we cover up ruins the less we'll be complete The past is behind us like our mater's glance That guide us even if we don't deserve it Hiding it would be our biggest shame We can move forward but we'll always be tied with a rubber band Treat yourself to an eerie thrill Thinking of your future offspring What if all your efforts fade from their memories?