Push past the present and let our framework unite. We're to wrapped in the sheets to see just what needs to be seen. Let's pray that we can take this bull by the horns. You're body can do the talking. Excuse me? Well, a toast to hips screaming that it's half past over as you drift asleep I'll start to disregard everything that comes with my walking. We will walk away with our arms outstretched. A mirror of this outraged horizon. We run this fucking city. Don't hide it just value the way we tamed this fucking city. Take a bow, admire how hard we ride this fucking city. Think before you point that finger. They already know that we fashioned this city upside down, face to face with the west all because we're relentless and I can't stand the flowers on the wall. "You won't make it." Now who's making the fucking call? Sweating the oceans, making a mark, crossing the line in the sand. Say "Goodbye!", if you said "You can't!" We're in this, don't stand in our way. This is ours for the taking. We're in this till the end. Swallow the night, savor the day.
Lyrics submitted by Mart2023