Would that I gave you keys, fuel gauge full
And I let you take this broken down vehicle
Wherever you might think that I need to go
Here is my being's lack of forward progress
How do I choose to fail, how should I know
Emptiness lingers where my heart should be
I've nothing worth having, knowingly guilty
This world in chaos, my world will not exist
If I had closed my heart, blinded my mind
Even my world would had denied resistance
I'd be forced to choose my being, persistence
I become a failure with every step forward
Echoing an emptiness, an abject toxic fate
In answer so I continue building, labeling
The outside world may have its own goals
Then I remain alive despite a dying mind
I'm persistence, I'm the weed that grows
Despite opposition, despite lacking time
