Tired of the tried and true
Looking for something new
A little taste of something different
Oh what a waste you're painted to a corner
A future made to order
You'll spite until you freeze
They'll bring you to your knees
Potential that you're realizing
You're overcome with thoughts of your transgressions
What you call progression
Never admit what's there
Never admit you care
The waterfall that tossed your ego
The only way to cleanse what brought you under
To the sound of thunder