La, la, la, la, la, la! La, la, la, la! My lungs, now covered in dust, can only breathe when you breathe through me. Take a breath. Scream! “Set me free!” The battles within myself, imprisoned below this hollowed bone skin. When lost, I search underground, subconsciously fixed on ideals of men. It's excuses that make two wrongs a right, when the truth is, the record repeats in mind. Why do days bleed together? Fear's in my blood, some ash on the feather; It is a sign, my son (metaphorically speaking of course). Shine your light in the darkness, like the white dwarfs that outshine the living stars that breathe, but are choking, so they fall to the ground. Now I’m focusing on the skyline; it cracks open, now I see the light! The record has broken. The record has broken in half. Deceiver, you thought you had a stronghold on me, but I was set free by a flightless bird whose voice was lost once on Earth, hiding His face for all the world to hide or seek, but inevitably find love in Earth, wind, fire and seas; the stars in the skies, the cities underneath. And if we just stop to listen in silence for divine melodies, I think you’ll come to realize that his grace; it sets us free. Set them free. Hallelujah!
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