When do we stop griping?
When do we start fighting?
Lazy fists and broken muscle.
What the hell have you been doing?
You don’t want to be a sinner.
You weren’t born to be a saint.
Just smash the fucking walls.
Just let the fox run wild and free.
If you’re alive, why do you worry?
If you were dead, you wouldn’t worry.
The rusty engine you hold back.
The fuel of stubborn madness.
Watching right over the edge.
Clutching tightly to the rails.
Wanting to fly…Fearing the fall…
Let go, goddammit!