I want to know if we're armed with what we need
Is what we need what I want to know?
Chances are the catacombs are not as dark
Still I want to know if we're armed to the teeth with grades that won't stop rising
We joined the hearts running from the start
A blinking light was on
We built the blocks running from the start
The ancient fade from white to cream, and cream to spoil
Still I want to know if we're so armed and filled with destiny, why's it feel so wrong?
So what are you waiting for?
The truth is running under you
The drive is right in front of you
The readers judge from over you
The end is locked inside of you
