There's fervor in forever Blue clouds and falling stars All eyes are upon you Take risks and get rewards Chamber pressure rising You won't get that far Count stress in units, pascals Swift kick to the door If it's not perfect It's nothing at all X the process We all fall There's nothing left in something That doesn't see the light Tree falls, and no one's watching Are the western winds right? A gratifying feeling Drink someone else's cup Fake it until you make it This is the follow-up If it's not perfect It's nothing at all Be our 'Creep' now I'll trip and fall If it's not perfect It's nothing at all Cut the process I'll trip and fall I'll trip and fall I'll trip and fall I'll trip and fall So do we all