See life happening no matter what
Seems to be a mess
I know I will come back to this familiar place
Where I'm immune
Like a kid my senses are so sharp they cut right through

Submit the plans to the proper authorities
Why does it take so long to get permission to fix what’s gotten so far out of hand?
What do they know anyway? I've got my own plans

The joy I feel when I prove I can take responsibility from
The mundane things that build up structures that are oh so high safety guaranteed despite the crushing of the world