Do you still find it noble
Shouldering pain with little noise?
Giving in to all demands in hope
The world might be impressed by poise
The pressure builds
The pressure builds
There's only so much vacant light
I've stood at the periphery
While shivering in the dusk I found
I couldn't warm myself with dignity
The pressure builds
The pressure builds
Each fracture stuns and staggers you
Beaten down or standing straight
Is it brave or is it foolish then
To calmly face your fate?
There's a chance you'll mend your broken dreams
Without pause or introspection
Or you'll carve the statue down to shards
Chasing visions of perfection
Each fracture stuns and staggers you
Beaten down or standing straight
Is it brave or is it foolish then
To calmly face your fate?
Calmly face your fate