| Were your words burden from the start.
Convoluted by the rhymes they spent.
Spinning faster into our own image.
Captivated by the carousel.
Are we gods.
Fallen from Mount Olympus.
Do we seek.
Are own immortality.
In the progress of man.
Take the wheel and steer it to the edge.
We don't change unless our life is death.
Running faster into what we chase.
Burden words subtle in scriptures.
Are we gods.
Fallen from Mount Olympus.
Do you feel so free.
That you've stopped questioning.
In the progress of man.
