At the core of any decision Lies a permeating ambition To change and improve One's ever-evolving integrity
To clasp the sombre And to reach for the unknown Will eventually lead forward And keep your heels firm on the ground
In a disheartened state Or at the brink of depression Resolve is not easily found
There's a blank plane That flushes out, in a burning motion The will to choose
Point the very edge of your cornea At the zenith of your mind And stare into the nucleus
Stretch your arms up And free your lungs and heart From the clamping limbs
Imagine boring into the husk Of the trepid mould of desolation
The heart of your gloom lies here The crux of your anguish With a stretch and a million crunches Slowly eradicate the woes and griefs Through persistence and grit
The heart of your gloom lies here The crux of your anguish With a stretch and a million crunches Slowly eradicate the woes and griefs Through persistence and grit
At the core of any decision Lies a permeating ambition To change and improve One's ever-evolving integrity
To clasp the sombre And to reach for the unknown Will eventually lead forward And keep your heels firm on the ground
It might not be all for nothing Deeds undone glare at self-pity Charred in the back of your mind Burns the heat of your toil
The heat of your toil Will incinerate your fear And frame the Zenith As the incomplete and dismal past self
The heat of your toil Will incinerate your fear And frame the Zenith As the incomplete and dismal past selfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
