when he pulls back his bow
And lets his arrow go
With no target he can make no mistake
But with a bull's eye staring
And too much caring
For trophies and medals he might be wearing
The archer's hand will tremble and shake
Move you a** or just get out the way
Gotta get it all done yesterday
Push it to the red line
Push it to the deadline
Make it faster more efficient
If I fall behind I'll never get a piece of mind
I gotta scrap and claw and climb
Because I'm running out of time
Ambition Less Ambition Less Ambition
One night on Easter island, the king he had a dream
Offer the gods a giant stone head
The sculpture was gorgeous
The slavery enormous
They had to cut down every tree in the forest
A few years later everyone was dead