Your rotting mouth spills ignorance. Disguised as truth, as the absolute. Crippling fear has you clinging to faith, and you would drag us all down if it meant you'd stay afloat. Fold my hands and wait? I can't. I will flourish in every moment that I have. When no one can be sure of what's to come, you're selling conviction. Convert, convert. You need more of you to afford your salvation. Tread and await your deliverer as you bleed ambition. Fools! This life is what you make it, take control. I will swim for the shore, struggle for what's in sight. It takes strength to carry the weight. I will be strong. So keep your promises, save them for someone else. I refuse to wait in the sea, for your prophecy, false certainty. I refuse to give up the shore, for your word.