Into the well of ideas I never dropped,
off the edge of my better side I popped,
a spell of good weather gave me lightness,
but the gravity it never went away,
and onwards we trudge,
a stronghold we claim,
is it a stronghold we've got? is it b****,
the strategy is theoretically right,
but is it right? is it b****,
oh my love is gone and my faith is shot
and I fall to ground like a corpse,
I lift my arms to the heavens and shout
'want can I do?',
and onwards we trudge
off the edge of my better side I popped,
a spell of good weather gave me lightness,
but the gravity it never went away,
and onwards we trudge,
a stronghold we claim,
is it a stronghold we've got? is it b****,
the strategy is theoretically right,
but is it right? is it b****,
oh my love is gone and my faith is shot
and I fall to ground like a corpse,
I lift my arms to the heavens and shout
'want can I do?',
and onwards we trudge