The Cycle
Taking it back from where it came
A man gets up and says
Ive got an itch on my trigger
And a spark inside my brain
Im making moves either way
Theres no time left for play
Just once, whos coming
These skies are bigger
And Ill make them mine someday
(Chorus)
Its how it goes and always has been
Its never gonna chance
I guess we all know what happens
The Cycle Starts again
The Cycle starts again
The cycle starts again
It never stops
It never ends
The cycle starts again
Dont you know, dont you know
Were made of sticks and stones
Says the devil with a swaggered strut
And a cap tooth made of gold
Im making moves either way
Theres no time left for play
Just once, whos coming
These skies are bigger
And Ill make them mine someday
(Chorus)
(Guitar solo)
Im making moves either way
Theres no time left for play
Just once, whos coming
These skies are bigger
And Ill make them mine someday
(Chorus)