I run through the grass and drink from the well; wide-eyed I see things in my own way
So do not try to tell me who I am.
I believe I am smart but I know many brighter.
Will not get on my knees and show some fear
If this dose me some wrong then that is on me.
Old man I hear your spats of how closing time is near,
How can you claim all I speak of is death when you’re the one declaring
Deaths on the shoulders of us all?
Let me be clear I don't fear that slumber we all someday must face.
I will walk out when that beat of my heart stops,
Not a moment before,
I believe I will go in some peace.