We are precarious
On the fulcrum's point
Our every act elicits
An opposite response
We're in the midst
Of the testing years
We're not the Lords of Great Things
We're just a mass of cells
On a balanced line
The balanced line
We push with no concern
For what our actions bring
Things must always be improved
Regardless if there's room

I know we must progress
And fulfill our needs
I'm not embracing foliage
I'm just observing facts
On a balanced line
The balanced line
We push with no concern
For what our future brings
Things must always be improved
Regardless if there's room

We're never satisfied
With the balanced line