I'm not the print on the cinch In sections I fist Too much traction on the set of reality I feel today knows no pain I've tested this formation 1000 times And we all struggle to feed the machine 1000 times Many more will exceed the limits of this false healing It swells over Step hole crumbles and I find myself accepting that it's over for me Shalom be the fire (fighter) underneath it all 1000 times tested, and still many more will exceed these limits 1000 times Their visions for the ma**es fall short of complete We have yet to find a reason it all comes back to you We are the countless brooms cleaning up after these head-strong mules We breath the freon that allows this elation It's revealing in the light