if we re descendants of power and grace we re caught in such a desperate state the way things may have been is now compromised what do we salvage standing on my own i m here because of them for those who carried on should i struggle for the same whatever i may find is free to all who care a gift of false rewards a promise of nothing i could see them see them look away i could see them all cover the tracks of their past i wasn t let in when they knew what was coming wide eyes inexperience they never told me what nothing meant lead on into the ugliest mess pass it off as a search for tomorrow what needs to be done needs to be done and i take it on though i know it s too much i m overwhelmed and exhausted from building it up the constant attack i keep my head up high just like a test pilot do you remember or do you recall all the bullshit involved the lines i was fed just to keep me from quitting will you remember when you forget who tested it out who s still in the hole who s still at the bottom