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