Fascinated,
Baptised, elated

The wonder is the oar that
We all hold

Confused, berated
Capitulated
Facing down our fear

Cynical, jaded
Disarmed, negated
Clutching all we hold dear

Disregarded, hated
Ignored, fated
To fade like morning dew

Out of breath I scream
All that I want from me
But there's no one there to hear

Chorus:

Push through
Let your hair down
Let me flow through you
Ask yourself why
Discard the question and ignore the truth
Push through
Culmination
All the years, all the tears
Could never encapsulate you
Push through
Drown the negative
This ******* apathetic, apologetic
Fatalistic thing we grew
Push through

Transcend the physical
Don't let this infinity win

If we name the number
Maybe we'll never ask again

Or maybe we do