Move Past This Lyrics

One choice will branch on its own and reach

For sunlight it knows it will never find

Growing taller, its stance is brittle and weak

Floating away from our State of Mind

The branches will have all turned bleak

When we get to the road at the end of our time

Will we look back on our pasts

And be content with what we've left behind

My thoughts speak volumes louder than words

Though I lock them away

And we're forced into 40 hours of work

And our voices below refuse to be heard