Born from chaos, emotion, action, some kind of sign My screams reach you from the far east Why do people get going? No understanding of a country’s rules unless we move It’s normal that everything is arcane The paint of authority drowning out people’s voices No time to take notice of world’s trends Creativity born of freedom Survive and figure out the fork in the road Look up and rise to your heights Don’t miss your chance Learn the rules, but decide for yourself Don’t miss your sign Learn the rules, but decide for yourself Just your steadfast pride Just your piercing pride No breaking balls, 3 down the middle Slowly look down from the peak