This is an extremely personal song, but I’m sharing anyway. The lyrics are mostly self explanatory.

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I feel like I’m about to lose my mind because every time I’m
holding the line mum like a mime holding inside things inside that I should not hide
feeling like I’ve died but oh god how I’ve tried no where where I reside
to hold this fort through these timeless tides I’ve

got to fix this rusty ride and deal with this reality
and not challenge so many things that hurt my healthy insanity
please understand me, it’s about the cash and the vanity
because we’ve changed business plans several times since January

to the contrary, that money becomes easier to see
every time we change plans the hill gets to be more steep
the mountain gets taller and the hole gets to be more deep
but still we press our illusive fortunes we seek, so let me speak!
Let’s make our plans smaller and more sleek
Focus on small piles of cash and maybe we’ll get more sleep
or we can keep, on big plan and pull through
but we can’t keep mutating like the seasonal flu

But you, won’t get that through your head
Bad, logic you won’t yield
So, we’re going to wind up dead
nameless, buried in potter’s field

Hey, is it time to move on
Pick, a brand new direction
write adapt in my lexicon
Independant not an automoton

Blah, blah blah blah blah blah
Sick of investment drama
fasting like it’s Ramadan
walled out like we’re Ghengis Kahn

Hey, is it time to move on
Pick, a brand new direction
write adapt in my lexicon
Independant not an automoton

I wear separate masks to represent my fate
we worked different tasks tried keep it straight
we walk separate paths to keep us from hate
cuz all that you asked was I stay out your way

You direct those movies I’ll build this magazine
I expect you’ll show groovy bill stacks of green
we project no colossal shadow when we advance
We elected to be fossils stuck in old man’s pants

Perchance! Your plans are fraught with risk
Yes we fought for this, we’re all optimists
But optimally, we’re all human beings
and human beings have these human feelings

So feel me I’m saying you’re not getting me really
for real G I want to make sure that you heard me
Absurdly, we just keep chasing our tail
circle bankers like buzzards to no avail

A snail, would’ve come around now
but oh how we’re down for this stupid cash cow
imaginary sow to find you we vow
to rip out or sould to get you somehow

but alas, our hope cannot pay the bills
even with mass extraordinary skills
we seek investment but are always told
best reconnect when some product is sold

It gets old, to production on a halt
a brand new idea needs a giant grain of salt
a dream of a vault becomes a loss by default
achieving a stall is no feat of John Galt

How much harder has this start up been
It’s not as smart as when you depended on those men
that are hardly men did not get far with them
for your bargaining, their bad bretherin

So now we’re stuck several years out
zero product upon the shelf
feeling we’re stuck without a doubt
no hero’s luck inside this hell

Hey, is it time to move on
Pick, a brand new direction
write adapt in my lexicon
Independant not an automoton

now we’re stuck several years out
zero product upon the shelf
feeling we’re stuck without a doubt
no hero’s luck inside this hell

Hey, is it time to move on
Pick, a brand new direction
write adapt in my lexicon
Independant not an automoton

"Is It Time To Move On (90 BPM)"
by coruscate

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