Rise Above the Sentiment

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, judgements in sleep, left over life goals, buried in the deep. Let me emphasize the need, let me categorize the seeds. 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. 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. In the end!