Never touch on the topic of entitlement
But I’m scared and weathered
Worn and weak,
Infantile, yet spent
I’ll put a flag in this rock
A semblance of home
Collapse through the thunder
Until it leaves me alone
Rips the flag from my home
Breaks it in half
And moves on

Tear the skin from my hands
Leaving only the bone
I’ll continue to climb
Until the muscle is gone
Never time to heal
Only repeat again
Until there’s nothing
Nothing left but skeletons

Threw the trophies all out long ago
Traded them for souvenirs
Places I always wanted to go
Pressed pennies
Collected by a kid
With eyes so wide and humble
I need to know that he still exists

But we put him in the ground
Laid him to rest
He was robbed of his time
So I’m bringing him back

Tear the skin from my hands
Leaving only the bone
I'll continue to climb
Until the muscle is gone
Never time to heal
Only repeat again
Until there’s nothing
Nothing left but skeletons

There is no end
Apparent to me
Eyes set straight ahead
Body bent on hands and knees

Crawl before you can walk
Only to crawl again
Gaining momentum
Though we’re crawling again
Crawl before you can walk
Wither and crawl again
Until there’s nothing
Nothing left but skeletons