Warship
Toil
You toil and stressScratch and obsessThe measure of man doesn't make me who I amWanting more, wanting more, wondering...Why do we toil and stressScratch and obsessyearn and hope for the bestWithout restWanting moreWanting more than what we've been fooled to want forMusic sparked a fire and it burns in me foreverWhen we get pushed apart the rhythm pulls us back togetherMusic sparked a fire and it burns in me foreverDon't get distracted, when a movement needs your motionDistressed and distracted when a movement needs your motionWe get no reaction if your eyes have not been openDistressed and distracted when a movement needs your motion...Misguided young traitorsYou huddle in chambers and bicker about the descentWhile the deadliest vaporsKeep misting the framework of honest, hardworking menThen at the final hour no one wants to die a sinnerThey find that missing motive to repent and be deliveredTo stand at the gates asking, "did I deserve this?"A lifetime on the ground and I never knew the purpose
From Letras Mania