Island fog falling into wider paths unknown
and it’s gonna be some time before we’re ever gonna
be all right for long
Can you see anything
from inside the veil of this tyranny
Pause on your knees begging for some kind of
sympathy
Seeking solace going slowly
sinking further in the deep
floating while we’re standing upright
dreaming that we’re fast asleep
Freedom cries turning into silver birds above
and it’s gonna blow our minds open and it’s gonna
change the way we love
Can it be to be free
there’s got to be some kind of massacre
Steal underneath, a stow-away innocent passenger

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