Fate

Our time is wasted on the young

The old they know the value when it's too late

School preaches what we will become

As god, chase stars, play pretend like it's a new way

Fall fall from the branches of the tree

Gravity is such a bitch when you're trying to fly fly fly

So high, just to scratch that little itch

This height is like heroin, the ground keeps you terrified

And if it all works out as intended

Doesn't matter where we end up