In deep forests a devil lurks;
The depths of your mind, find the urge.
doing what everyone does,
Isn't there a joy, bigger than money's worth?
Go do what you always dreamt of
cut loose from society's shackles;
Scared of heights you might scale?
Betraying yourself, you're your own judas
mediocrity, the bane of your existence.
Listen to your bringers, listen to your maker,
listen when, to yourself?
Take the road less travelled by,
ain't no grass to be found on a beaten path
So go unleash your devil, dance with it
No more half measures,
Every inch yours, take it.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
In deep forests a devil lurks;
The depths of your mind, find the urge.
doing what everyone does,
Isn't there a joy, bigger than money's worth?
Go do what you always dreamt of
cut loose from society's shackles;
Scared of heights you might scale?
Betraying yourself, you're your own judas
mediocrity, the bane of your existence.
Listen to your bringers, listen to your maker,
listen when, to yourself?
Take the road less travelled by,
ain't no grass to be found on a beaten path
So go unleash your devil, dance with it
No more half measures,
Every inch yours, take it.
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