Toil 歌词

You toil and stress Scratch and obsess The measure of man doesn't make me who I am Wanting more, wanting more, wondering? Why do we toil and stress Scratch and obsess yearn and hope for the best Without rest Wanting more Wanting more than what we've been fooled to want for Music sparked a fire and it burns in me forever When we get pushed apart the rhythm pulls us back together Music sparked a fire and it burns in me forever Don't get distracted, when a movement needs your motion Distressed and distracted when a movement needs your motion We get no reaction if your eyes have not been open Distressed and distracted when a movement needs your motion? Misguided young traitors You huddle in chambers and bicker about the descent While the deadliest vapors Keep misting the framework of honest, hardworking men Then at the final hour no one wants to die a sinner They find that missing motive to repent and be delivered To stand at the gates asking, "did I deserve this?" A lifetime on the ground and I never knew the purpose