Lyrics: The Pioneers

If it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be split It's all under control If it can be lost then it can be won, if it can be touched then it can be turned All you need is time We promised the world we'd tame it, what were we hoping for? A sense of purpose and a sense of skill, a sense of function but a disregard We will not be the first, we won't You said you were going to conquer new frontiers, Go stick your bloody head in the jaws of the beast We promised the world, we'd tame it, what were we hoping for? Breath in, breath out So here we are reinventing the wheel I'm shaking hands with a hurricane It's a colour that I can't describe, It's a language I can't understand Ambition, tearing out the heart of you Carving lines into you Dripping down the sides of you We will not be the last.