now start breathing,
everything around is around for the same reason.
Catastrophe, catastrophe its all the same feeling
i'm too old to move on, i'm too old to keep dreaming.
When to move on is to grow and to grow is not leaving,
in a promise land we grow, and speak of the same reason
we speak of heaven and hell like they're not the same demon.
Well to move on is to grow, and to grow is not leaving
how can i wake up, and believe in what im seeing, is this modesty?
its modesty to me, that this god we cannot see wrote a chapter just for me
and im obliged to ween,
and i oppose belief, yet if i said to him
"will you believe in me"
then thats modesty.