As I stumble and moan in my cage of flesh and bone
Rays of lightmake their way to the window
I quenched my thirst, locked the door, found the place where I belong
I just hope for enough information
To wipe away my fear
To make the lines disappear
Petty little shards of life
We’ll be leaving in a minute
Tyrant, wave your metal hands
To command us ’till we’re rendered powerless
As I go through my box of old memories and hopes
There are tales that still need explanation
I turned the knife in the wound in the hope of learning more
Oh I long for enough information
To wipe away my fear
To make the lines disappear
Petty little shards of life
We’ll be leaving in a minute
Tyrant, wave your metal hands
To degrade us and command us
Cannot leave the past behind
It restrains us and constrains us
I don’t have the strength to climb
I don’t know how to let go, but I will learn
I will learn, I will learn, I will learn, I will learn
I will learn, I will learn, I will learn, I will learn
Petty little shards of life
We’ll be leaving in a minute
Tyrant, wave your metal hands
To degrade us and command us
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