There's no limit to how high up you can go,
but going down you've to land.
And so whats this barrier up?
Every time i look up,
There is the gut telling me,
To break the ceiling,
After all its a glass ceiling.
I'll take care of the pieces,
Rather than die knowing there's a limit,
Of which i can't exceed.
To stay the same,
And not to know the next,
Is to look at the mountain,
And believe there is no other side
Just because its high up.
Remember we've got one life to live.
So to crawl as you go,
to know that there is a beyond which not,
Is to undermine the makers plan.
You see he thinks your'e grand,
Your entry was no lesser,
And so should be your parade
So shall be your exit,
When the cold sullen stream flow.
Break something then,
Smash some barrier,
Gain entry.
For heavens sake do something.
If its a ceiling for a barrier-break it!
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