Olmstead

Have you yet to

Become a villain

Do some evil

Rule the world

Have you ever

Walked the ceiling

Felt the stucco

On your heel?

Become the man

Would you ever

Accept the mission

A planned collision

A silver band

A competition

Of right decisions

Who put the pistol

In your hand?

A small ambition

A road of middles

A growing head pain

A bigger plan

Become the man

Become the-

I took a ride

Down the center

I traced the time with my hands

I rapped a line up to the moon

There goes that howling beast again

You renounced

And relinquished

How it burns to be the sand

See the mission

In the start

See the mission

Sitting at the bar

Pree the distant below