Innovation only comes when the time is near Your state of mind determines it's meaning Half-hearted action leaves empty trails There is only one way to truth Textures become faded memories As days grow into aeon Inclination to nostalgia Nights emerge into rareform Pathways are laid before me Which one do I choose Logical security Becomes solidarity Trails will be left behind me What tale will they tell Each day grows closer And each day grows dimmer Two headed monster Only one will win Choices become change Vitality Revision sets in Innovation We set the standards We are in charge of who we will become