[Verse 1]
On this I stand
Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops
And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon
Protected by a force field of pure thought
On this I stand
A rally of unemployed disgruntled words spawned from long journeys through somewhere
Somewhere that only caused me pain as I strained my soul crammin it with light
So I could bring some there
I bleed the blood of a cold stone that roams without a shadow
I'm only deep enough to realize that I'm shallow
My head, I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight
When you don't believe in love and you just can't cope with hate
Metal rust, leaves turn into dust
As the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust
If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up
Would you spend that hour sayin that a hour ain't enough?
I've escaped the shell that bound me to cowardice
Now I'm faithful to the wind but compared to it I'm powerless
The first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment
The pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it
And as my reflection rippled, it all became clear
Seasons always change so there's no reason for fear
We made an autobiography of our pivotal years
It's all I got and I'm giving it to you because I care
[Bridge]
(On this I stand)
See, a lot of the time humans as artists exist in a self-projected state of falsehood
We're either too close to our image to stay objective in our perception
Or too far away to be subjective in any matter
This only widens the void in social conformity
Introduced to our souls at birth, and so I write
I don't write without the intention of objectivity
Or attention on the image
But only as an omni-directional bridge
Between the several floating, tunnel structured
Realities present in comparable space and time
See, I don't write for the future
I write about the future, for the present
I write with my past, about the future, for the present

[Verse 2]
On this I stand
The oasis of a limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window
Waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows
Graceful in its demonstration, overall innovation
On this I stand
A fountain of youth sovereignty, thousand syllables more than a pound of flesh
A deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call
Another haul of the quest
[Outro]
On this I stand
A letter to civilization
On this I stand
The purity of creation
On this I stand
A paradigm for self
On this I stand
I thank you for your help
On this I stand
My first born child
On this I stand
Something for now
On this I stand
Life, love, death and hate
On this I stand
An album, glad you could relate
Peace...