[Intro: Poems of Power - Ella Wheeler Wilcox] The human wheel, that force unseen The offspring of a deathless soul Can hew away to any goal The walls of granite intervene Be not in patient delay, but Wait as one who understands When spirit rises and demands The Gods are ready to obey
[Verse:] Take my money like an ugly beak Covered in my mind, but too dumb to see A Fibonacci burnin' by your jealousy I'm at the tip of my veins I'll derail on row(?), I don't need oh To know that you'll die slow I'm at the tip of my veins I'll derail on row(?), I don't need oh To know that you'll die slow
[Pre-Chorus:] You are what you beat, yeah You are what you beat, yeah
[Chorus:] There were men of brand new parents Didn't know it yet So we chanted work work work But they didn't know they were dead Didn't know they were dead
[Verse 2:] Then the winter flew to a sick young coward Look into then, like went on hating ? Lady, a gently apple to own by God
[Chorus:] There were men of brand new parents Didn't know it yet So we chanted work work work But they didn't know they were dead Didn't know they were dead
[Bridge:] Slave Never Dreams To Be Free Slave Only Dreams To Be King Slave Never Dreams To Be Free Slave Only Dreams To Be King
[Pre-Chorus:] You are what you beat, yeah You are what you beat, yeah
[Bridge:] Slave Never Dreams To Be Free Slave Only Dreams To Be King Slave Never Dreams To Be Free Slave Only Dreams To Be King