Toil - Warship

You toil and stress

Scratch and obsess

The measure of man doesn’t make me who I am

Wanting more, wanting more, wondering?

Why do we toil and stress

Scratch and obsess

Yearn and hope for the best

Without rest

Wanting more

Wanting more than what we’ve been fooled to want for

Music sparked a fire and it burns in me forever

When we get pushed apart the rhythm pulls us back together

Music sparked a fire and it burns in me forever

Don’t get distracted, when a movement needs your motion

Distressed and distracted when a movement needs your motion

We get no reaction if your eyes have not been open

Distressed and distracted when a movement needs your motion?

Misguided young traitors

You huddle in chambers and bicker about the descent

While the deadliest vapors

Keep misting the framework of honest, hardworking men

Then at the final hour no one wants to die a sinner

They find that missing motive to repent and be delivered

To stand at the gates asking, «did I deserve this?»

A lifetime on the ground and I never knew the purpose