He said, "If you wanna talk about your ideal You need power that corresponds with it" Not even having an ideal to talk about That day, I just gave it up But seeing people living hard, getting heat from their ambitions Can't stay as who I am now who can't think of A sin-sin-sin-sin-single thing to win Time to move now I want to achieve it, that is why I have to Do what it takes with this hand, changing The length of this feelings to the amount of heat I'm gonna achieve it regardless of its size I want to achieve it, I want to achieve it, I want to achieve it Changing the length of this feelings to the amount of heat I'm gonna achieve it no matter how big it is You done already？ Don't you wanna win what you hoped for with your own hands？ Then go for it with your strong heart and show it to me right here You pigs If you can't, then we're done talking If you can't, then we're done talking Alright, do your best and cry out loud, you pigs! Yeah Don't you stop even if you cannot see what is in front of you If you can't, then we are done talking Do your best and cry out loud, keep the heat and fire yourself up Keep on going single minded You done already? Seeing people filled with ambition Getting heat from the power to achieve something big Can't stay as who I am now Who can't think of a single, single, single thing to win Time to move now I want to achieve it, so whatever it takes What's needed is to try hard with my hands I want to achieve it, so whatever it takes To get one in this hand I believe (to achieve a big one) That is where (you need to put that much guts into it) You can find (a big foot print to this generation) What's really worth (let us stomp it, yeah)

I keep it undercover, demons Feasting on my troubles, keeping me from slumbering (Fear!) Is the gun in the cupboard. Deep inside the thugs and the lovers Our nature is to suffer it (Fear!) Of the other - why keep it undercover? The people grieve and suffer - it's deeper than the Government (Fear!) Of the tongues of our brothers We sweep them under rugs, into gutters Sky-scrapers to the slums and the suburbs Take it from the tongues of the unheard that Some words, when murmured, turn to fervour, turn to young murdered Once nurtured, hatred takes its acreage like a noxious weed Dropping seeds of grief until there's peaceful people knocking teeth As policy, we greet the lost-at-sea with boxes, locks, and keys And Manus stands a rocky monument to mob hypocrisy There's got to be some options worth adopting pre- eternal purgatory You've heard the story murmured by some learned Tory: "it's us or them!" The terror embedded in every cellular replica, whether they're buried in sediment Sentient, clever, or supra-molecular. Don't shoot for the messenger The root of the dread in humanity's scanning savannah and canopy, standing on Feet for a peak at a thief or the teeth of a predator But now the retina's faced with stimulation saturation A massive clade of anxious apes who'll scrap for change or smash your face in The great sapiens panicking: grabbing at vanishing resources While the rich shovel three courses (Fear!) I keep it undercover, demons Feasting on my troubles, keeping me from slumbering (Fear!) Is the gun in the cupboard. Deep inside the thugs and the lovers Our nature is to suffer it (Fear!) Of the other - why keep it undercover? The people grieve and suffer - it's deeper than the Government (Fear!) Of the tongues of our brothers We sweep them under rugs, into gutters Sky-scrapers to the slums and the suburbs Ill thoughts consort, morph, build, and spill forth, court And breed - seeds subconsciously, collectively absorbed, for rarely Do we speak of what's believed deeply or explore core Ideologies that lead us all hollerin' into war, cause a Nation to lock, barricade its doors, deport sea-beat Refugees that are seeking peace to concentration camps off-shore Never find no progression nor justice in highest courts, of course The same said for views that I endorse, but when did "Peace be unto You, my friend" mean "seek to conquer you and then rape, assimilate, and Use you, friend"? That sounds like British rule again. Vendettas peddled Strings of Geppetto, public are sheep in the meadow, truth is Pestled by media shepherds out to net-worth-treble But on the level: check the conviction in your decision The origin of your opposition. Look inside, envision Onus of honesty, propel me through this odyssey Is fear or love the true motivation that I am sponsoring? (Fear!) I keep it undercover, demons Feasting on my troubles, keeping me from slumbering (Fear!) Is the gun in the cupboard. Deep inside the thugs and the lovers Our nature is to suffer it (Fear!) Of the other - why keep it undercover? The people grieve and suffer - it's deeper than the Government (Fear!) Of the tongues of our brothers We sweep them under rugs, into gutters Sky-scrapers to the slums and the...