You tell the children they can be what they aspire to become
Just take aim on the target and start firing the gun
But your lying to your sons and daughters
By the time they're wise enough to see it
They've invested all their life in some futile stunt
Take me, I'm sitting on this park bench with a rumbling stomach
Worked three jobs today, now find myself on a cliff face
Try'na conjure the courage to lunge from it, tumble and plummet
Plunging to my death because of a life I just can't stomach
The disappointment of this is poignant
A twisted story of a kid that's toyed with
'til his very existence is poison
'Til I'm crushing money spiders, shitting on pigeons
Stepping on cracks
Drubbing four leaf cloves, bricking all mirrors, pennies thrown back
I'm giving up, not wishing for luck anymore
Fuck any door that opens up, telling me to ‘up and leap forth’
Inducing me to stop the scrutiny and seize the opportunity
When it sees me trust it foolishly it completely drops the roof on me

Ambition's gone, I can feel it while I script this song
The plastic Bic I palm, suddenly weighs a frickin ton
And I'm a ticking bomb
Exhausted all my routes except for one
Gripping on the thinnest ray of hope I'm slipping from
I've been doing this shit for too long
Living on too many futons
Housing couches, sofa beds, open spreads, gotta move on
From the vicious circle, wishing work'll fall on my lap
And hit a curve ball
Shift from working shift of scrubbing dishes up and
Teaching martial arts, barely breaking even
Failing even to pay the cheapened hall hire with the quid I earn
I'm forever try'na make ends clash, to the point my funds crashed
And I watched my club collapse
Now I'm on my last leg, the St Paul's class is dead
My music's fast bled, and rent is taking my last bread?
Fuck life. I'm sick of it.
Try'na fight a good fight at this point in my life is ignorant
Like launching an attack when you're at your weakest
Feet slipping, I try to keep swinging, but I'm already defeated
Like, "don't stop!"
But can you blame me? When you haven't felt the pain
Resulting from a decade of forcing a belief in yourself against all odds
Even when that voice in your head is saying to quit, you smile like
"Knock it off"
Surprising yourself with the tenacity, you won't quit
You'll last, you just need focus and your talent to be noticed
But maybe the voice isn't your enemy, maybe it's your friend
Telling you "please stop, the dream you have won't end as you intend"
Maybe the voice isn't your enemy, maybe it's your friend, screaming
"why spend your life building something when it ends at your expense?"

We are the children of the storm
Wings are broken, sails are torn
Born with souls of fire and flame
And a voice that cries of rain but
Time will not heal
No, time will not heal
Time will not heal