Limit yourself until you call it like a shot

Call it like a colour hue that's cut far-in

Pin yourself to ground even though you're not

Even though your head is placed without a pin

Shovel in the cold with ice from roads that are your veins

Pile upon a pyre building taller things

Losing is a waste of time spelling out your name

Carefully chose your character and dislikes

Stroll far-in

Tailor your own skin

Spiked with endorphins

Lips that won't kiss the ground

Spitting your native sand

Steady your hand straight

Don't throw it in

Throw it in

Know your head is placed without a pin