At the top of it all
You’ll be blazing with pride
At the very second
You ride

Are you living it up?
Are you drinking it down?
For the very purpose
You have found

You hear nothing profound
Should I turn up the sound?

Days are coming
Distant drumming
Words are calling
When you fall into my sights

No compromising
Then the sky will stop you as you’re rising
As you’re rising

At the top of your game
You’ll be losing it all
At the very second
You fall
If you could just let it go
But you always insist
For the very reason
You exist

You let nothing slide
You collide with me

Days are coming
Distant drumming
Words are calling
When you fall into my sights

No compromising
Then the sky will stop you as you’re rising
As you’re rising