| I'm a believer. | |
| Well, that's not really true. | |
| I'm more of a make-believer. | |
| But it sort of adds up to the same thing. | |
| Here in the lap of the Gods, neither party holds a universal truth, and our hopes are like litter in the open road for everybody to drive through. | |
| Teetering on the swath, my physical limitations dwarf just by the wonder of living. | |
| Brought on for no real reason other than just the wonder of life. | |
| And now, being what I want to be catches up so fast with me. | |
| I have to make up better and newer possibilities just to keep up with myself. | |
| And now, nothing is a problem. | |
| My mouth is dry from the heat, endless possible futures and the sweet promise of tomorrow is quenching my thirst. | |
| All we need to do now ? is cheat death, for as long as we can. | |
| So that when the day finally comes, we can pull a clean sheet from our pockets and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen, to make sure we have left nothing behind. | |
| We are nothing. | |
| We are nothing. | |
| We are nothing. | |
| Other than that then we give away for free and we are nothing but the sum of our parts | |
| (Thanks Clarkkent for these lyric) |