Sitting with your eyes shut tightly
Waiting for the time you must leave
Surrounded by people that you'll never know
Still you must go and transit
The sound of what you have found and leave eveything that you knew behind

Let's go
I know
The son of x-51
And so
You'll know Your time has only begun

Can it be what you want it to be
Can it be everything
Can it be what you need it to be
Begging you to beleive
 [bad word] 

Watching with your arms wide open
Thinking everyone should just stop
Surrounded by people that you'll never need
plan to deceive is what we need
And keep everything that you knew inside
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