In the Present Tense

Our struggle never ends it recedes and begins followed up by another our path is set our will is soaked we suit up and then we follow it's a long way down this road tomorrow I thought the world was ours but it's only ours to rent or borrow if we're lucky we'll own a small piece of freedom for awhile this dream is a lie it's such a long way down this road tomorrow we're waiting we're degraded we're breaking our backs to we've ever wanted crushing our hopes one last time.