Rise above the sentiment
Be at one
with the acknowledgement
Turn over obstacles
throwing down gauntlets
Like the back
of your hand
Back of your hand
I will lead people
portrayed as rats
Light the way
and prepare to reflect
Now that the search
goes on
for another time to live
I might as well be gone
but I
tend to always
come back in the end
In the end
A subliminal exile
Judgments in sleep
Left over life goals
Buried in the deep
Let me emphasize
Let me categorize
We have planted
to reject all our hopes
Now that the search
goes on
for another time to live
I might as well be gone
but I
tend to always
come back in the end
Last call for admitting
your failures
They keep you
hanging around
It's now or never
Reveal all the gestures
You have made to keep
the pain within bounds
Within bounds
Now that the search
goes on
for another time to live
I might as well be gone
but I
tend to always
come back in the end
Now that the search
goes on
for another time to live
I might as well be gone
but I
tend to always
come back in the end
In the end