Free
In the truth of everyone’s fear I cannot live without this place
A sudden wave of terror and devotion I am without trace
You fill the deepest of the ocean and reach the forgotten star
A bit of sugar on the tips of tongues, the sweet lemon of what you are
To close my eyes, to never look upon the sun may be a price to pay
Wages are wages and mind of mine this shall never sway
To take me far away upon the shattered ground of the material, move without motion
The blood fills the eyes of the spectators and they all react, I shall be taken away from commotion
Alone they all may state, to be alone is without peace and that I shall say
Cry aloud and fill me in on the rapid torment of our day
I shall cry crystals of boiling lava and warm the long hours of my night
All the visions to escape upon a world of daisies, this realist dream catcher shall lose without fight
And in all the pouring fire they all shall see
What is means for dreams to be free
Lex
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