Sound of Rum - Balance (Interlude) lyrics

Far away in a distant land These four kids grew up firm friends Ambition was the youngest A bright eyed kid with a numbness Where his logic should have been 'cause he was ruled by his hungers Then there was Pride, He walked with a broad stride Because he from himself would his weaknesses hide And people liked being near him Didn't know whether they loved him or feared him It's more they found his self-confidence endearing And there was Talent She was beautiful and gallant But she lived for her senses and not for her sense, So her poor heart was covered in dents Her poor heart was covered in dents Oldest was Envy Now Envy's eyes often seemed empty She would talk loud in lengthy sentences Friends were sensitive Tall and cold, Her eyes we're green like skin When it's marked by fake gold They grew up, fell out Made up, got drunk Hung out from sun up to sun in And they got done in and they hit the ground running Looked for and found something But it all turned into nothing though, When Pride got with Talent, Envy with Ambition They forgot how to listen Things changed, became different Everything was competition now Talent and Pride became bitter, despised They got hateful, sarcastic, dreary and drastic Yes they loved each other greatly, But their fights were terrible. And they raised each other high up on pedestals They isolated themselves They stopped speak to ambition and envy They distanced themselves from Ambition and Envy They became distant, unfriendly That's when ambition got sad and cried plenty Her indignation roused She wanted more than what she had found with ambition He was always looking and only got what he was given Concerned not with what his hands held But what they could be gripping He was always chasing never thought to fill the space in And envy made him more desperate with every pointed conversation Always forcing the comparison Making him address How every time he promised more She always ended up with less Yes, four firm friends became four fierce forces, Heading for that awkward stage that precedes most divorces Four joint segments of a one bodied party Just drifted apart and turned nasty But, Pride keeps Envy at bay. Ambition helps Talent become more than just apparent. Talent will flourish, This will enable Pride, Which quells Envy. You see they should exist side by side, Because these factors contribute to balance. Alone pride is often envious of talent. And yes many have ambition but talent they haven't. And some have talent and get envious of proud ambition. And so alone These four friends came to realise, How without the others, They're just a quarter of what they ought to be, Still everything occurs accordingly. But now when they meet up the conversation seems to flow awkwardly. So they're just living separate lives Thinking there used to be more to me