I wrestle inherited prophecies

But with resentment

I'm terrified of mediocrity

And being dependant

I feel the walls approaching closer now

With my intentions

Im finding solace in invented vows

And my affliction

Yeah, Yeah

My vices reinforce a governance

Of my volition

Working together to insatiate

Inner ambitions

I thought a thousand times do not give in

To be persistent

Compound the pressures till eventually

You are resistant

Yeah, Yeah