Push it
In this life
I'm plagued by 100 forms of fear
This is an attempt to out run them
I'm done forming beliefs
The destruction that they cause
100 forms of fear
I choose to see it for what it is
A broken lens
Striving to fit in the moral majority
Time to walk it back
All the damage that's been done
I choose to see this
Broken lens
I know this for me
I've got nothing
Worth redeeming
If keep it in my mind
I will rise
Can't play the martyr
If I create the sword
On which I fall
I am an animal
Wounded
Trying to make my way
Through this fucking life
Because I can't seem to let go
100 hundred forms of fear
