People on this Earth
Don't seem to notice
When another walks by
Nobody chose this
This stretched rope we walk
Seems to thin out
With each and every step
There's no way out

Either you make a move
Or stay still
Both ways you end up dying
Even by way of pure power of will
That rope is always there
Staring you in the ******* face
Taunting you and telling you you're nothing
All you know is you've got to get out of this place

Get in the road
Rip the engine up
**** that twisted path
Even what's "right" is ****** up
You have to carve your own way
With every ounce of your being
Every drop of blood
Just stop bobbing and weaving
You've got to learn to take the hit
You've got to learn to stop giving a ****
You have to get up and move on, inch by inch, bit by bit