(0:11)
Life
ain’t a sentence, it’s a mystery.
Time
ain’t a penance, it’s our history.
But to rise
we gotta lift ourselves to live free.
(0:23-
We’ve been lookin’ for the answers, but never advancin’,
We’ve been stuck up in our standards, though they nothin’ but phantoms.
We’ve become numb to their damage, and we never stand strong.
We’ve been buildin’ and pursuin’ illusion
And now we’re rooted in the ruins that we’ve risen from ground to stand on.
It’s been crumblin’ around us from the day that it begun.
Let’s be damn done with these antics,
just look around to see what we’ve become…
I’m tired of adaptin’ to collective delusions,
and it’s effectin’ the movement
of what this music
could really be, if we could use it
to imbue a new energy,
and stop abusin’
the time we’re given to live our life with love and music.

Life
ain’t a sentence, it’s a mystery.
Time
ain’t a penance, it’s our history.
But to rise
we gotta lift ourselves to live free.
we gotta lift ourselves to live free. X2
(1:24-
If we live in the rhythms we’re given, we can find a higher vision within ‘em.
Our conditions of livin’ are different,
but we all on a mission to love the life that we livin’.
But there’s so many misperceptions that’ve arisen
of what the root of this really is and what it isn’t.
Time and time again we’re told to rise, but the reasons are rarely defined
beyond
somethin’ selfish, self-seeking or self-gratified.
Them’s all lies,
there’s more to this than just your own ease. Yeah, there’s life.
And there’s more beyond your time.
Those ornaments that you may prize
fade,
so don’t distort ‘em as some sorta saving grace.
Rise from these day to day lows and highs,
cuz they fade away in time, but what we’ve made ‘ll stay alive.
Ain’t no way I’d trade away my soul just to hold onto some lies.
But the way the world’s raised, this is just how we’ve been trained to live until we die.

Life
ain’t a sentence, it’s a mystery.
Time
ain’t a penance, it’s our history.
But to rise
we gotta lift ourselves to live free. X2