Starts out small, a pebble tossed at random. It's ripple in the river has grown and is growing still. Has taken a form all of it's own. There is nothing else that could have been and thus our fate was born.
Getting older, are we just passing the time? Just a little longer… We wait to see what is coming our way, then it hits you. The hammer strikes the anvil.
Is it always the same in this world? They shame and they guilt you. They want to control you. They sell our bodies down the river. Say it's only a matter of time before we say goodbye… goodbye.