Manchild, no promises, no feeding hope and no certainty. 
Unless you move and you make a stand to show the world what is in your hands.
billion sound voices in your head rattle with sick whispers left unsaid. 
This is your ego, it’s in your nerves. 
Give it the place you think it deserves
 [bad word] on and let me try. I’ll never get a chance again. I’ll never ever be the same. I’ll wait time in time again.

Otherwise a part of me dies. I’ll never get a chance again. I’ll never ever be the same. I’ll wait time in time again

 [bad word]  [bad word] on now I’m on my way, my tide turns, I’m not the same, and if I could I’d wake your mind up and win your [bad word] on blind now and see… more.

Manchild, no confidence, no pure intentions or innocence. 
Unless you move and you make a stand to give it all the meaning for yourself. 
Only the strong reasons shake the ground, you leave a name if you have just one. 
Art of the risk, anything can fall. Safe and secure, what you are is all.