Rolling Stones - Lincoln Jesser

In such a rush to beat the crime

Forget what I set out to find

Trapped in a tale as though there’s time

The death of better men then me

I’m chasing dragons through this case

Convinced myself this is just a game

Pass by a master and their slave

One in the same is what they’ll be

Lord knows this world is cold

No one makes it on their own

God bless the rolling stone

Hope will find they’re holding on

In such a rush be the man

Lose track of that for which I stand

Unsure of when this all began

Ill try my best to toll the line

I’m chasing monsters thru this maze

I can’t quite pretend this just a game

Must hear a voice to call my name

Or any other kind of sign

Lord knows this world is cold

No one makes it on their own

God bless the rolling stone

Hope will find they’re holding on

Lord knows this world is cold

No one makes it on their own

God bless the rolling stone

Hope will find they’re holding on