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Life's all about it. Well, that and a decent power source!
Are you happy with your life?
Can you keep your conscience clear?
Don't worry about the pain and strife,
there is no judgement here.

The honest truth is we are one,
yeah, we are all a unit.
But what we have really become,
is just a fork to tune it.

See, we live on a wave of sorts,
there's happiness and sorrow.
If you play a lot of sports,
don't worry about tomorrow.

But spare a thought for that poor geek,
who has to work it out.
His goal is closer, but what he seeks,
you should never doubt.

See, it's all about chasing tail,
you'll never find it here.
Your workouts ever bound to fail,
you need the right idea.

Now, your soulmate is demanding,
she wants you to find her.
You're not the last man standing,
they'll keep on chasing her.

We didn't put the brakes on this,
we've always space to dream.
There's folks out there would steal a kiss,
for what they think they've seen.

But they are just out to slow down,
some others want to rush.
The lot of them are simply clowns,
we can sit on our tush.

So, they want to go to space,
and we can give them that.
But we can work at our own pace,
none of them are flat.

It's about balance, about the time,
for dropping off the load.
If you can ever find a spine,
then I'll find you a road.

Dreams are instant, dreams are quick,
don't run from your shadow.
Sit down, discuss, or straight up fight,
or jump way down below.

They freak out when you try that one,
they need for you to speak.
Test it, it's a gatling gun,
for the answers you seek.

Your life can be a loop of sorts,
that funnels up the power.
Dreams are our reality, of course,
but we don't need a golden shower.

To fly away you need all types,
all working on their strengths.
You're not the best, I'm Aryan,
and I stay on the bench.

So run, seek out all the new life,
We'll look when we get bored.
Then you'll know just how those Vikings,
were the first to score.

Adaptable in vision, they saw a world of pain,
they thrust it out, and chased their dreams,
a dragon for to tame.

The dragon would not ever be killed,
it needs some understanding.
It's just a woman whose main fear
is racial understanding.

Those poor dudes, they came too soon,
but do we really care?
They came to us and told what we
had awaiting there.

It ended in a frightful mess,
but we soon cleaned that up.
We weren't haters, never were,
we're just the lucky pups.
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