only one life
I'd rather die for my dreams
than be buried with them within
every talent, ability, skill
my world, my thrills
they ask me why I do this
is it towards the fame
is it for the money
is it to collect names
it's easier to settle
it's easier to die
pick a number outta the transit line
fall in to the ordered line
they ask me why I spend time
when I could give up my minutes to settle down
is it for the attention
is it for the flames
is it for the high
I do it for the heart
I do it in the love
I do it cuz' I got these arrows inside of me
targets in my mind
I do it for the heart
I do it in the love
I do it cuz' it matters
I do it cuz' it's art
this world tries to get you frowning
people try to corrupt your swagger
they ask me why I do this
for me it's the only way to get past it
all that ache in the muscles
I put it into this
all the heartbreak of the sadness
I turn it into mist
these times ain't even close to eden
that don't mean we gotta be oblivious
autodidacts are the world's new saviors
creators are the makers in a dawn of angels
