Great fake homes
Reaching each others doubts, faults
Scoring the last half step you need to
Burst your way
Out of the damn puzzling, swarming, spiraling dance we all look up to

Right now we’re getting stronger, we’re getting smarter
He knows
Right now
Steady, we own the power to hold something
You don’t
He knows

Make way
For random souls around
They come
Along your way

Wide souls
Now give a hard look at this stocking hole
Hope you’ll never use a walk on this ground again
Reap out, stack up
And hope you won’t have to
Turn back
Then hope you will get to clean up your head and

Hold onto hope
Farewell glance
Beg for relief
You’ve never reached this far
You’re nowhere near the Lord

Don’t you look back
Hold on your faith
Stick to the track
Then you ask Branson there
And pretend you really care

Right now we’re getting stronger, we’re getting smarter
He knows
We’ve been right there
We’ve seen this all before
Before your eyes, the only path
This strenuous step will lighten you all

We packs of witnesses
We can’t tell the way from here

Everything tends to get weathered here
As we walk by
We can barely breathe

It’s so bright over there
It feels like we’re almost done
It burns all our clothes
It looks like we’ve made it though
Sure we ought to be blind
So we can’t find our way back home
Ever