Its just like music to my ears
The sound of thunderous drums
Its expectation and its fear
A sign of what is to come
Try to move with intention
Every shape-shift must be precise
Are you still fit to rule this wreckage?
Are you willing to roll the dice?
A bloody nose don't look bad in the dark!
Break your bones and turn it into art!
Its so subjective just to see straight
Move on, an unrequited love
And if I knew the point would I wait?
What would it take to rise above?
The writing on the wall is getting lost
House plant Intellect! Turn it off!
Move and move and move until it hurts!
I've lost my footing, in all this dirt!