"Any path that you take that you didn't pave is the wrong one,
And anybody who waits in the rain will drown in the flood,
And anybody who makes the climb knows the view is worth the time,
But the battle of if I'll ever get there is the problem.
How much can I take 'til I call it quits?
And how long can my legs keep running like this?
Until they give in. Until my liver gives up.
My lungs are blackened, but that's how I like them.
I'm pushing the limits until they push me back.
I'm on the edge of the mountain calculating the gap
Between a rock and a hard place. A palace and a pit,
But I remember death never lies to the people who live."
