My self effacing charity and gluttonous prosperity
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Don't move mountains of misery or stone
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My never-ending loyalty to hypocritical royalty
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Has cut my sense of belonging to the bone
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You ask me what I want to be, I become the sum of all I see
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And grow old in confusion and disgrace
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The recognition of my sins, the erosion of my discipline
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Won't someone come and put me in my place?
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Come and see what I've become
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Tied down to no one
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And stuck between aspirations
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Now I'm thankful for my sovereignty, I know it rests on poverty
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And sometimes I would rather crawl than fight
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I know I've gone nowhere fast by walking down the narrow path
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And I cringe at battle I fought out of spite
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There was a time, there was a place where everybody knew my face
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And everything I touched would turn to gold
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But now I've come to realize that to see through all their fucking lies
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Is to refuse to be bought or sold
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Between Aspirations
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The GC5 |