All I hafta do is survive this long journey
Uphill every second of every day until I peak
And throw my hands into the air of freedoms reign
But in the moment of victory’s completion a shadow
Grows long and dark across my summit full of arrogance
Crumbling with defeat and exhaustion I cry for what is fair
But somewhere in my mind I start to think that I made it this far
How big can this astral hike possibly be compared to past ascents
So I grab a moment of self indulgence and then I wipe off my tears
All I hafta do is make it up this one more trail of loneliness by myself
Trying to explain the truths that I know to those who have empty faith
Making realizations that I walk alone when the day has fallen silent
Night time fears will eventually leave me alone when the world sleeps
There is not enough time to enter my world and ponder it by my side
Battles not won must be cataloged for use by the siblings I can’t find
My broken heart must heal quickly or the deceitful will take the wheel
Driving into the eternal stench of deception told to wide eyed children
With a beautiful smile and frightful attractiveness of Evil Personified
All I hafta do is scream out and point at the naked emperors shlong
Standing erect and pointing directly at the sweet innocence of babies
Beaten and berated for needing mothers milk and fathers strength
Ignorance squared walks friendly with denials screen of smoke
Knocked flat by metaphysical demons of anger with no air
Checking myself constantly for regretful weak moments
Knowing that the army trudging behind me grows
Ever so slightly and but diminishing quickly
As evil annihilates just one more victim
And
All I
Hafta
Do is
Balance
Uphill every second of every day until I peak
And throw my hands into the air of freedoms reign
But in the moment of victory’s completion a shadow
Grows long and dark across my summit full of arrogance
Crumbling with defeat and exhaustion I cry for what is fair
But somewhere in my mind I start to think that I made it this far
How big can this astral hike possibly be compared to past ascents
So I grab a moment of self indulgence and then I wipe off my tears
All I hafta do is make it up this one more trail of loneliness by myself
Trying to explain the truths that I know to those who have empty faith
Making realizations that I walk alone when the day has fallen silent
Night time fears will eventually leave me alone when the world sleeps
There is not enough time to enter my world and ponder it by my side
Battles not won must be cataloged for use by the siblings I can’t find
My broken heart must heal quickly or the deceitful will take the wheel
Driving into the eternal stench of deception told to wide eyed children
With a beautiful smile and frightful attractiveness of Evil Personified
All I hafta do is scream out and point at the naked emperors shlong
Standing erect and pointing directly at the sweet innocence of babies
Beaten and berated for needing mothers milk and fathers strength
Ignorance squared walks friendly with denials screen of smoke
Knocked flat by metaphysical demons of anger with no air
Checking myself constantly for regretful weak moments
Knowing that the army trudging behind me grows
Ever so slightly and but diminishing quickly
As evil annihilates just one more victim
And
All I
Hafta
Do is
Balance