The Perpetual

That's just how it is Everyday the never-ending push and pull The constant cycle of eat-sleep-repeat The perpetual Grinding of teeth and gears We barely fit the mold Our shells are chipped and dented We look weathered and we feel worse The spark feels like it's almost gone We aren't setting a fire in anyone's heart tonight So don't count on us But don't count us out We will see what we're made of When the dust settles to the ground Skin like concrete (skin like concrete) Fingers worked to the bone Without a challenge there can't be true motivation Then suddenly in the dark A small ember, a small spark The swelling of our hearts A rush of blood and oxygen Ignite the fire A feeling of rebirth Ignite the fire This forgotten feeling Will we let this fire burn out of control? Will we nurture these embers, keep the fire burning inside? And allow new thoughts, new hopes, new dreams to flourish In this all but forgotten fucking body We are the creatures of habit Do we have what it take to inspire and ascend? We are the creatures of habit Do we have what it take to inspire and ascend? These tired hands This shaky soul (shaky soul) The weak neck that holds our burden minds It's so easy to seem broken The bad bones, the broken hearts Without a challenge there can't be motivation Without a spark, a lonely ember We will fail, we will break Stuck in the cold alone