I heard some talk about escape
But what do you consider restraint?
Will we not stop until we touch the sun
With our bare hands?
I heard some talk about an inventor.
Inventing a problem in order to create the cure,
He got his dad's eyes and his name from Jesus.
He has his mom's lips and the ambition of Icarus.
When he goes for a swim, he drinks the lake dry.
He only wishes for one thing and that's never to die.
He creates the rules in order to win.
He can't separate fact from fiction.
When there's no way to cross he invents a bridge.
Made of enemy bones and their children.
When he doesn't get his way he stomps his feet.
Red in the face, anger fills him with heat.
He'll invent a way, to make you a slave,
And you'll be convinced, that it's for your own sake.
You ask for too much.
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