The battle repeats
I sense a little compromise
It's too late to have the face of a hypocrite
When did I begin to shut myself in?
I'm afraid of the slightest pain
A closed birdcage filled with distortions
Will disappear when the truth comes out
These thoughts won't end for a thousands years
The beloved creator
Loses sight of itself
Words I repeated over and over that day
Are now disturbed by the slightest anxiety and can't be said again
You are to remain alone
Head back to the sky
I'll get my wings once again!
And I'll take my freedom beyond my promises
A closed birdcage filled with distortions
Will disappear when the truth comes out
Head back to the sky
I'll get my wings once again!
Break free of the birdcage..
When the truth comes out..