the day I learn to fly, I'm never coming down on perfect wings I'll rise through the layers of the clouds and from there I see the neon grids of cities
information kept to myself and everybody wants to know, I trust the words of no one else cause I've been there before, your voice is wasted 'cause
you got this idea, so deeply engrained in your head (that this world) is something that you must impress, cause I couldn't care less A need for revolution's rising
on clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, on windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore the traffic lights
so come test me, so come break me, so come on intoxicate me with hands tied behind my back, I fight and wait for you to strike a new problem we can
Can you hear the desperate cries that are calling out your name? Twisting your arms, holding out their hands and tugging at your sleeve Do you feel this