I am what you feel
I see what you hear
I am turning the wheel
I see you holding that beer
And it looks so cold
To me, you are unbreakable
And as we grow old
Things seem to slide off our shoulders

The way I see it
We are not where we want to be
The way we feel it
Cursed to live in decaying bodies
Full of bones and blood
Where cancer might one day live
But we're making the best of it
Building our empires out of **** and ****