You know sometimes things just have no reason.

You think you know it all but someday it'll come back and tease you.

After a while, no room for trial, 'cause in time you'll run out of vision.

And in time I might get screwed.

Someday we'll recover from any mistake we've done, for this crowd we follow is expecting us down.

I've got my allies who follow and carry me up, so that I can look back and remember this time.