STORMING CLOUDS ARE COMING I WON’T RUN ANYMORE
SLEEPING SIX FEET UNDER MYSELF THERE’S NO BLAME TO FEEL FOR
ASHED STRINGS ARE PULLED BY THE ROTTEN SAINTS
TELLING ME “TO REACH THE WRONG SIDE MEANS TO FEEL NO MORE”
FEARS CRUSHING MY WILL AGAIN
SLOWLY FADING BETWEEN THE RAIN

TIDING HARD THE RIBBON SURROUNDING MY EYES
HUNTING DOWN THE WARMING TRAIL OF DISTANT CHANGING LIGHTS
PROPHETS RISING LIKE FIRE CHAINS
DANCING WILD IN DISARRAY

I WILL BE, SOMETHING MORE, SOMETHING BIG,
SOMETHING WILD ENOUGH TO FIT, IN YOUR MISTAKES
I WILL BE, SOMEWHERE ELSE, FAR FROM HERE,
IN A PLACE YOU COULD NEVER REACH, AWAY…AWAY!!

ANY LACKS OF FREEDOM ARE BEING DEFIED
RUNNING FROM THE PUPPETS YOU HELD YESTERDAY WITHIN YOUR LIES
LET’S SHOW THE REAL US TONIGHT
SPARKING BEACONS ARE GROWING HIGH

I WILL BE, SOMETHING MORE, SOMETHING BIG,
SOMETHING WILD ENOUGH TO FIT, IN YOUR MISTAKES
I WILL BE, SOMEWHERE ELSE, FAR FROM HERE,
IN A PLACE YOU COULD NEVER REACH, AWAY…AWAY!!
THIS TIME IS OUR CHANCE, OUR CHANCE

WE COULD LEAVE THIS MACE
THIS TIME IS OUR CHANCE

I MUST TURN DEAF AN EAR
REASON IS WITHIN ME
IN MY HUGE LAKE OF LOVE
YOU WILL FIND HONESTY

WE SHOULD KEEP THE FAITH