They say we are not enough.
The people around us decide in our place.

We run too slow and pass too few,
It's not a distance in simple miles.
There's no time for peace,
No finish line.

Look at them who came to see,
They carry a whip, not a glass of mercy.

Don't be afraid and step off the track,
Leave the race, stop all the clocks,
No need to rush for finite stocks.

Walk by the seashore.
Let the waves hug you,
And wash your fear away.
Let all the noise dissolve in the sea,
This new life will set you free!