TheCycle

Taking it back from where it came

A man gets up and says

I've got an itch on my trigger

And a spark inside my brain

I'm making moves either way

There's no time left for play

Just once

Who's coming

These skies are bigger

And I'll make them mine someday

It's how it goes and always has been

It's never gonna chance

I guess we all know what happens

The cycle starts again

The cycle starts again

The cycle starts again

It never stops

It never ends

The cycle starts again

Don't you know

Don't you know

We're made of sticks and stones

Says the devil with a swaggered strut

And a cap tooth made of gold

I'm making moves either way

There's no time left for play

Just once

Who's coming

These skies are bigger

And I'll make them mine someday

Guitar solo

I'm making moves either way

There's no time left for play

Just once

Who's coming

These skies are bigger

And I'll make them mine someday