What a time to be alive, this world of constant flux;
All things being equal, we are all eye high in muck!
To stand still and drown, doesn’t seem like the choice;
Lets wallow in this pit, in this existence rejoice!
Take hold of the mud, let in run through our veins;
Speed on the highway, shift left and right lanes.
Laugh at the chaos, lift our heads high,
Howl at the moon and let the world hear our cry.
No taming this brute, so I say let it run free!
For the eye of the storm, is what you choose to see.