trying to keep pace 'cause life's become a race staying in one place can only lead to waste and waste not what you want it's time to join the hunt the lips you read the lines they feed -- what you believe
i don't know what i want i don't know anything but there's one thing i know is true -- i don't wanna do what's good for you
decisions make up our lives finding what hasn't been tried writing songs to make a life nostalgia mixed with rhyme playing music at our shows instead of fitting in the mold forks in the road that leave us in the cold as time flies by