One eye open, one eye blind.
What's the difference when you can't see past the lies
being fed to you in your castle
by your servants on silver spoons?
One hand open, other's slight.
What's the difference? We're all living lies,
in that we're all consumed by the stages,
supporting cast has been set all for you.
Open arms shut the doors on all the dreams once had us floored.
Are open hands more advantageous than something to strive for?
Or could we take a stand, push forward,
not dilute ourselves to half-hearted hopes?
Lock your sights; let them see the dream alive in both your eyes!
If it’s worth believing, then it deserves achieving,
and it’s worth fighting for!
Not standing down,
gonna find a way in this new day.
