So goes the quest from furthest east to farthest west to live a life you could call blessed but underneath what you suggest is not as divine
High as the wind may blow low as the deepest undertow I tried to uncover you now I discover you are a light that lives in shades you shine so bright as color fades out of this life so just tonight please shed some light on a lie so black that you call white
There’s no time to sleep I can’t count another sheep that wastes its potential waiting on a fucking miracle I won’t close my eyes I won’t live a life of fear for future punishment I will cast my own judgment
Burn among the trees I find room to breathe drawing my conclusions free from foreign illusions
And if I look back I still see a lifetime of puppetry hollow dolls who fail to see whose hands their strings do lead lead us from explanation deliver us from an equation that could cut us free
High as the wind may blow low as the deepest undertow I tried to uncover you now I discover you are a light that lives in shades you shine so bright as color fades out of this life so just tonight please shed some light on a lie so black that you call white