Little boy is deciding to be man

The handle of a dagger he's sliding it in his hands

Straight face with a decorated battle stance

Separating innocence, a fancy for an avalanche

...Driven as an obsessed villain

An untouched spirit with a blood lust vision-

-Run to the village with a thrill... (now kills it)

-But guilt kills him; now he wish he was a kid again

Like Marines bleed televised, in front of his mother's eyes

Rudder on Titanic, (iceberg to its underside)

Sickness in an orphanage; condition where the tummy dies

(I'm crying...) 'cause I miss looking up into a sunny sky...

...Can't stand this house- I ran out

The rain came down, streets looking like celadon-

-Camera pans out, showing the dang clouds-

-All this, now I'm running out of stars I could wish upon?

I'll admit I'm wrong... at least i'm honest

Bothered with a passion like an angry alcoholic-

-Cliche sonnets, (the secrets in my closet)

'Cause Pandoras box ain't enough to hold em all in

So step into the future, and enter a dimension

And sent a picture message to myself in the present -

(But) -pathetic are my efforts... no matter of the quality...

-'Cause even on my Tumblr, my past still follows me

I...

I keep losing

Will...

It seems useless

Trust...

But deep bruises

God...

Will not move this

I keep moving

Let's keep moving

-Never cease to pursue dreams; reach and keep moving

It's funny how it happens; dripping off of my eyelids

The monkey on my back moved on before I did

Walking contradiction; funeral cake...

-What I thought to be fate was a future mistake

-take into consideration every single interference

Is another way in which God takes shape

...And all while, I'm trying to find the reason

And waiting for an answer, but changing are the seasons

-A man said, (Nak, it's a simple recipe)

I open up the napkin... it read "open sesame..."

...In one instant, He turned into a gate

And told me I'm the life, I'm the truth, and the way

...I placed the sword right back in the holster

I took the past, threw it back in ocean

Broke the chain, water dropped from a boulder

Took the yoke offa my shoulders; (now I'm floating)

The old man chose to reflect

The tar in his lungs from the smoke in his breath-

-Rocks in a chair as he choke on regret

-Thoughts of the bloodshed holding his neck

...With no strength in his legs

He pace with a cane his head down in shame

His hands forever stained, he can't take the pain

Now he waits for his innocence, but... it never came

(he waits for his innocence, but... it never came)

(he waits for his innocence, but... it never came)

(he waits for his innocence, but... it never came)

So don't wait... let's keep moving

So don't wait... let's keep moving

So don't wait... let's keep moving

Don't wait...

Let's keep moving