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So this guy comes up to me and says "what's the vision? What's the big idea?" I open my mouth and words come out like this… The vision? The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus. The vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism. They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn't even notice. They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won. They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their str

It's not the end but it feels like it is I'm waking up like I'm back from the dead I'm stepping out and it feels so free But as long as I'm moving it's alright I feel alive and it hurts for a change I'm looking back its hard to believe That I was cool with the days that I wasted Complacent and tasteless and bored But that was yesterday Chorus We're never going back to ok We're never going back to easy We're never going back to the way it was We're never going back to ok This discontent, like a slap in the face A mediocre I've had enough of this place This party's over and I'm moving away From the frills of your Beverly Hills

Destroy everything you touch today Destroy me this way Anything that may desert you So it cannot hurt you You only have to look behind you At who's underlined you Destroy everything you touch today Destroy me this way Everything you touch you don't feel Do not know what you steal Shakes your hand Takes your gun Once you are on the sun