The Creative

Not one soul
Could pretend
To know the end
Mind control
As you fit in
To their mold by then

Resolve on a bitter cord
Think well all the things you’ve learned
And be bold

Realize if you’re getting old
Release all the things you hold
And be bold

I’m not going, I’m not going to pretend
To be bold
I’m not going, I’m not going to pretend
Anymore

Who said that men had to go to the end?
(I’m kindly falling off)
Who said that men had to go to the end?

I’m not scared, I’m not wed
I’m just trying to pretend
Who said that men had to go to the end?

One man to another
One hand to be bold

I’m not going, I’m not going to pretend
Anymore

Who said that men had to go to the end?
(I’m kindly falling off)
Who said that men had to go to the end?

I’m not scared, I’m not wed
I’m just trying to pretend
Who said that men had to go to the end?

You’re out of control
Out of your soul
Out of the mold

But you were captives
Held back by your own minds
You were captives
Not so quick to seize your time

Bad news will come in the night
I feel myself losing sight
Bad news will come in the night
I feel myself losing sight