Planning strategy, half of me knows
It’s all just a fallacy
Failing miserably, drastically
and then I crash dramatically
Into a wall I’ve hit a hundred times before
And yet I still ignore the dark red blood stains on the floor
And I’m back in front of you, Lord, with the blood on the floor
Is the blood mine or yours?
Don’t wanna do this anymore
Back and forth between being me
and who you call me to be
You see a man free
who thinks he has to buy a key
To a door but he can’t
‘cause he’s poor and he can’t
Fall down anymore
‘cause he’s already on the floor
And his heart is broken and all
and this is his call
But it’s more of a cry
‘cause he will try nine times
To realize nine crimes
but he has more than nine lives
So he picks himself up
and keeps climbing for the prize again