Rise up in time, looking at people Satisfy a drive, taking a handful It's telling on me... which way to go Better century barring erasure Every mental son, cleaner abrasion Growing concern... test one Enemy walks into a cellar Dodging the stone meant for the mentor It's telling on me... which way to go Heaven... Haven't got time to read all the manuals Stepping in sand, take off my sandals Washing my hands, don't see the answers so Vision no longer and dark inside Reservation in time an override And the ending to some will follow Heaven...