When he pulls back his bow
And lets his arrow go
With no target he can make no mistake
But with a bull's eye staring
And too much caring
For trophies and medals he might be wearing
The archer's hand will tremble and shake
Move your a** or just get out the way
Gotta get it all done yesterday
Push it to the redline
Take it to the deadline
Make it faster more efficient
If I fall behind I'll never get a piece of mind
I gotta scrap and claw and climb
Because I'm running out of time
Ambition Less Ambition Less Ambition
The realm of (?), true artist, the saint, the philosopher is rarely achieved. Why so few?
One night on Easter Island, the king he had a dream
Offer the gods a giant stone head
(Why so few?)
The sculpture was gorgeous
The slavery enormous
They had to cut down every tree in the forest
A few years later everyone was dead
When he pulls back his bow
And lets his arrow go
With no target he can make no mistake
But with a bull's eye staring
And too much caring
For trophies and medals he might be wearing
The archer's hand will tremble and shake
Move your a** or just get out the way
Gotta get it all done yesterday
Push it to the redline
Take it to the deadline
Make it faster more efficient
If I fall behind I'll never get a piece of mind
I gotta scrap and claw and climb
Because I'm running out of time
Ambition Less Ambition Less Ambition
And lets his arrow go
With no target he can make no mistake
But with a bull's eye staring
And too much caring
For trophies and medals he might be wearing
The archer's hand will tremble and shake
Move your a** or just get out the way
Gotta get it all done yesterday
Push it to the redline
Take it to the deadline
Make it faster more efficient
If I fall behind I'll never get a piece of mind
I gotta scrap and claw and climb
Because I'm running out of time
Ambition Less Ambition Less Ambition
The realm of (?), true artist, the saint, the philosopher is rarely achieved. Why so few?
One night on Easter Island, the king he had a dream
Offer the gods a giant stone head
(Why so few?)
The sculpture was gorgeous
The slavery enormous
They had to cut down every tree in the forest
A few years later everyone was dead
When he pulls back his bow
And lets his arrow go
With no target he can make no mistake
But with a bull's eye staring
And too much caring
For trophies and medals he might be wearing
The archer's hand will tremble and shake
Move your a** or just get out the way
Gotta get it all done yesterday
Push it to the redline
Take it to the deadline
Make it faster more efficient
If I fall behind I'll never get a piece of mind
I gotta scrap and claw and climb
Because I'm running out of time
Ambition Less Ambition Less Ambition