The space is filled with opening ends.
And time may bring me back again one day.
The music is my only medicine.
From armies walking around inside my head.
My hands are moving slowly.
Their voice is filled with smoke and chains and greed.
As time and space keep flowing.
The earth outside devolving.
From leaders keep us following them.
A trail that leads to nothing but the end.
And time will open smoke and mirrored doors.
A new beginning won’t be won with war.
It’s time to take the chains that we are in.
And break them down with nothing but their sins.
The tv’s filled with lies for bread.
And now we see and hopelessly pretend.
But people are awakening.
To new dreams that bring only open ends.
From crowns that fall inside to hell.
The leaders can all crawl in there with them.
from artificial memories.
And freedom born without a chance to be.
And freedom born without a chance to see.
And freedom born without a chance to breathe.