A sense of purpose and a sense of skill, a sense of function but a disregard. We will not be the first, we won't. You said you were going to conquer new frontiers. Go stick your bloody head in the jaws of the beast. We promised the world, we'd tame it, what were we hoping for? Breath in, breath out . So here we are reinventing the wheel. I'm shaking hands with a hurricane . It's a colour that I can't describe. It's a language I can't understand . Ambition, tearing out the heart of you. Carving lines into you. Dripping down the sides of you.
We will not be the last We will not be the last We will not be the last We will not be the last