Labels seem like living, hasty and untrue.
When temptation won't sit in its stable.
The judgement will come through.
It's funny how labels are human, but they call temptation a lie.
Irony like iron stabbing through you, but you get the choice to live or die.
Life is long and unknown, but one day all will be struck.
More than once more likely, but some people just have good luck.
It's not their choice, if you stand, and pull the knife out with your own two hands.
But will you be one of them, go, or stay.
You're the one who gets to say.
So yeah, fight and conquer, but you don't have to divide.
You could label everything, run away; hide.
Or you could stand tall, and stare down like a tree,
Air up the world, being bright and free.
You could take it like they cut one layer, but you have 6 billion more.
Or..
you could hit the cold floor.
And call yourself a bore.
You don't need to agree.
You'll meet many labels in a lifetime.
Stop standing in the past and you could awake to  the present.
A life where the choice is yours.
No, it's not a lie!
The sword sits inside it's stone.
If you plan to pull,
will it make you small or grown?