I'm making my mind up today,
to not live so safe, so sound.
To cover up the past with now,
Running so reckless this way.
Running circles, running 'round.
Never thought about this till now.
I hate comfort, or so I say;
Yet, who is this that craves attention?
Who is this idol making machine?
Who manufactures faster than can be put away.
Casting what little remaining aprehension,
That could prick the concience that belongs to me.
Running so reckless this way.
Running circles, running 'round,
Rubber resolve ground down into the ground.
Rubber resolve all begins this way:
"I'm making up my mind today"
