Seige Equipment For Spiritual Decline

<br>Those roads and streets they cut. <br>They cut off circulation. <br>Just like chains around my wrists. <br>Yeah. <br>Pushing me in these same directions. <br>Caught in a maze of dull routine. <br>A body in motion, a mind crippled in inertia. <br>Looking for an avenue of escape. <br><br>Begging for release, from these paths worn thin. <br>The feelings that I`ve seen and done all this before. <br><br>Rushing straight towards us all. <br>We feel the callings of our futures. <br>The push and full, the force of time continues ever forward. <br>Our hopes and dreams overcome. <br>Crumbled by forced reason. <br>Two tide of age and despair. <br>Dashing us against walls we`ve erected. <br>Buried below the weight of our screams.<br><br>To live and die and lose the sense of. <br>What it is that makes us strong. <br>Is the single greatest crime. <br>Which we are all guilty of. <br>To let the fire in our hearts. <br>Wink out without slightest protest. <br>The sound of progress thundering in our ears. <br><br>To feel the wind across my face. <br>I`ll tear these towers down. <br>And embrace the day. <br><br>Rushing straight towards us all. <br>We feel the calling of our futures. <br>The push and pull of time. <br>The force of time continues ever forward. <br><br>To live and die and lose the sense of. <br>What it is that makes us strong. <br>Is the single greatest crime. <br>Which we are all guilty of. <br>To let the fire in our hearts. <br>Wink out without slightest protest. <br>The sound of progress thundering in our ears.