Compounding

[narrator]

Only what I do, could lead up to this
Stepping around—the problems still persist
It’s one and one
Then two and two
And before I know it
I’m down with you

I’m trying, you see
It’s hard for me
To do what you all do
To be this clone of a drone
Unlikely for me it will ever be easy

Things get out of hand so fast
Just one thing missed and you’re back to the last
Work too fast and do too little
The story of our whole life
Is never reaching our goal

We let the highest part slip
We’d never get there anyway
Then we let it compound
And the strings that hold it fray

Stick with it
Was the last thing I heard
That could have made a difference
So I tried
But in lights of shade darker than this
I look, hard in the mirror
And see everything, all the things
I let compound and take me down