Opus 127 "Given World"

Opus 127 "Given World" I don't pick my land I don't pick my name I wake up inside it Same sky, same frame Old bankers or hunger I don't know which one When I open my eyes What world I've become Endless steppe Or towers of glass Hands on my shoulders Pushing me fast Hundred governesses Or the street raised me Tell me who I was Before I could speak This is my life, this is my given world (this is my life) I take it in while it turns This is my life, this is my given world (oh, this is my life) I breathe it in while it burns What language do I speak What gods do I kneel to Maybe I can change Maybe I can't, friend, who knew? Bentley in the driveway Scooter in the rain Palace or a back room Still the hour slips away Gold in the pocket Dust on the shoe Same thin finish line Waiting for you Maybe I build it Maybe I don't Still I keep walking Because I won't This is my life, this is my given world (this is my life) I take it in while it turns This is my life, this is my given world (oh, this is my life) I breathe it in while it burns One day it all ends Your crown, your ride, your walls Nothing stays faithful Not money, not the halls So I taste the bitter I taste the sweet I hold what I can hold Then I let it leave This is my life, this is my given world (this is my life) I take it in while it turns This is my life, this is my given world (oh, this is my life) I breathe it in while it burns This is my life, this is my given world (this is my life) I take it in while it turns This is my life, this is my given world (oh, this is my life) I breathe it in while it burns