Chorus:
We got to take it all in stride
Swallow my pride, I've got to learn to live life
and Wake up...

Verse 1:
Who wants to the the first man standing
and ego with the worst hand, dammit
my cuts are colder than a cured ham sandwich
I'm jumpin over hurdles, and words can't manage
no justice, so flustered, paradigm shift
a cluster fuck, like "where should I sit?"
I'll muster up the guts, bury my dick
before I cover up or sit there in silence
I'm on a mission to find self
Quiet the inner voices -
Overcome my Hell, and find why it's dripping poison
My slips are Freudian, my inner child don't listen
that little Nick's annoying, I should probably hit him
or maybe come to grips with -
the fact that the past is over
I need to let go of the clashing that broke the glass of my soul.. word
another life lesson
So while you're dwelling in the past,
I'll be living in the present..

Chorus:
We got to take it all in stride
Swallow my pride, I've got to learn to live life
and Wake up...

Transition:
I'm lookin for a perfect place to jump off
a little basin where I can aim for the stars
I'll hit the ground runnin, unable to stop
cuz when I'm writing down nothing, it came from the heart

Verse 2:
If it came from the heart, it must have skipped a beat
the little things are causing me to sit and think
this tale is riveting, but mostly pale and sickening
drowning like I'm inhaling liquid drinks
sounding like a man who isn't thinking bout words
my tone always sounds absurd -
a mixed up frowning smirk
feet first, breach me back to birth
a bleached t-shirt, arthritic knees hurt...
these words regurgitate
take away to quantify a nervous pain
but you can't qualify a wordless brain
or define a purposed name
enlightenment, ignorance still hurts the same
so I write this shit and try to give this verb a name.

Chorus:
We got to take it all in stride
Swallow my pride, I've got to learn to live life
and Wake up...

Transition:
I'm lookin for a perfect place to jump off
a little basin where I can aim for the stars
I'll hit the ground runnin, unable to stop
cuz when I'm writing down nothing, it came from the heart