Encounter...

Our lives are nothing but a means to an end And when the ground cracks beneath your feet You will find the only thing that's left is peace of mind Or any other fucking kind I've been reciting this with an imminent gaze And no I don't know if you've got it in you but life will be the fucking death of me This is all just a repetition To everyone, make it a mission to be the change you want to see Lay down the foundation and where you wish to be I promise that it won't be the place you'll find me Get ready for the calm, before the storm Buried beneath the walls, get ready for the calm I say Have you seen the things that we've been seeing? Our lives are nothing but a means to an end Have you seen what I've seen? Get ready, buried beneath the walls Today resigns the peace through our decisions This is a calling to arms We cannot face our decisions in favor of you This is a calling to arms We cannot face our decisions Don't you think it's time to go home? You're always running from it This is what it feels to be torn But death will beat you to it Don't you think it's time to go home? This is what it feels to be torn And this is how it is I bet You never saw this coming --- Encounter... - Structures