When the Sun beats down and your pack swings low
Uncertain future
How far will you go?
When will you know?
How much weight will you pull?
Move ever faster
Do more
An abuse of power
Should have ignored all the lore
My hands are needles and pins
My vision slowly does spin
Pushed to critical mass
Resistance is futile for the towers always win
You gain those connections with each door you darken
Learn of their kin and the hounds that are barkin'
Beyond that all joy is sparse
Glorified depictions turn to farce
So keep on pushing and trudging ever more quick
For that carrot is dangling from the tip of the stick
You got to keep on pushing on despite all warnings
You got to keep on pushing on despite all warnings
For that carrot swings
Beyond that resistance is futile
You gotta on pushing on
For that carrot dangles from that stick