There's fervor in forever
Blue clouds and falling stars
All eyes are upon you
Take risks and get rewards
Chamber pressure rising
You won't get that far
Count stress in units, pascals
Swift kick to the door
If it's not perfect
It's nothing at all
X the process
We all fall
There's nothing left in something
That doesn't see the light
Tree falls, and no one's watching
Are the western winds right?
A gratifying feeling
Drink someone else's cup
Fake it until you make it
This is the follow-up
If it's not perfect
It's nothing at all
Be our 'Creep' now
I'll trip and fall
If it's not perfect
It's nothing at all
Cut the process
I'll trip and fall
I'll trip and fall
I'll trip and fall
I'll trip and fall
So do we all