Ring-ring
Hear the bell? Understand
the meaning? Are you on
edge? Gotta move? Gotta
jet? Get where your going,
before the next one comes
round?
Ring-ring
The gates are open but
where does this go? You
don't know, you don't
care, but you know the
feeling of get up and go,
to run like a chicken with
its head cut off
The maze is our whole
life, our whole purpose,
everything we do
Ring-ring
ring-Ring
Your days are winding down
and your "friends" and "family"
and "teachers" and "employers"
and all the "people" who you
thought loved you is bearing
down,
telling you
"go, go, go"
when all you can think is
"no, no, no"
We are at the starting lines
of our dreams
(of our lives)
Ring-ring
A pistol goes off at birth
and we sprint away
Bodies litter the track
as you run faster, faster
Ring-ring
Times up
Ding
A different sound
Have you made it on the pedestal?
I'm in the stands
watching fools with ****** hands
and feet run in circles
Once
I was down with you
Thinking
"Go, go, go"
But realized
"No, no, no"
Where are we going?
To what end?
For what purpose?
I looked up from my dusty shoes
And saw the audience that had always encircled us
I saw old racers clamber up into the stands
And realized
"That's the where,
why waste my life trying to be recognized,
when I can just jump up
(in my youth)
and enjoy this
"prize"
without the
"effort"
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 5:18 PM UTC
Ring-ring
Hear the bell? Understand
the meaning? Are you on
edge? Gotta move? Gotta
jet? Get where your going,
before the next one comes
round?
Ring-ring
The gates are open but
where does this go? You
don't know, you don't
care, but you know the
feeling of get up and go,
to run like a chicken with
its head cut off
The maze is our whole
life, our whole purpose,
everything we do
Ring-ring
ring-Ring
Your days are winding down
and your "friends" and "family"
and "teachers" and "employers"
and all the "people" who you
thought loved you is bearing
down,
telling you
"go, go, go"
when all you can think is
"no, no, no"
We are at the starting lines
of our dreams
(of our lives)
Ring-ring
A pistol goes off at birth
and we sprint away
Bodies litter the track
as you run faster, faster
Ring-ring
Times up
Ding
A different sound
Have you made it on the pedestal?
I'm in the stands
watching fools with ****** hands
and feet run in circles
Once
I was down with you
Thinking
"Go, go, go"
But realized
"No, no, no"
Where are we going?
To what end?
For what purpose?
I looked up from my dusty shoes
And saw the audience that had always encircled us
I saw old racers clamber up into the stands
And realized
"That's the where,
why waste my life trying to be recognized,
when I can just jump up
(in my youth)
and enjoy this
"prize"
without the
"effort"
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