Lyrics
The right kind of change
Simmers in my veins
Erodes the sands of indifference
And a fixation on my penance
Cant care if anyone tells my story
As long as the next in line sees their glory
Press rewind and see me
From a different place and time
Re-perceive the limits
Of this tired and anxious mind
Can't care if anyone tells my story
As long as the next in line feels their glory
The dawn that is coming for us
Looms right behind that bus
No time to sit and chill today
Pure force of will on display
My legacy stares at me
The best and worst of me
Forged and bonded with me
The truest test of
The worth of me
Stokes my fire to be
A good thing, A good thing
A memory, A good thing
A humble king, A good thing
A humble king
Can't care if anyone tells my story
As long as the next in line shares their glory
A good thing