I can tell you how this ends.

If it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be split
If it can be lost then it can be won, if it can be touched then it can be turned
It's all under control. All you need is time.

We promised the world we'd tame it, what were we hoping for?

A sense of purpose and a sense of skill, a sense of function but a disregard

So here we are reinventing things
It's a colour that I can't describe, It's a language I can't understand
Ambition, tearing out the heart of you, Carving lines into you

We will not be the last
I just can't recall what started it all or how to begin in the end

It’s a better way to feel
When you’re not real, you’re post modern
I stopped and waited for progress
I stopped and waited
But I’m not willing to accept it all

I can tell you how this ends. I'm going to win this.