Lionheart

Open-eyed, I’ve been waiting too long

Now I'm saying I want my melody

I'm calling out to the stars

Come melt down my iron bars

Crack open my shell set it free

Shake of the rust shake your hair like a lion’s mane

Pu's teeth to the world to bite down and carve your name

Running on lion-heart beautiful, unrestrained

Hit like a lightning strike to wake up your soul from the grave

Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you’re not the only one

Rising and turning then sinking

And burning without the warmth of a Sun

Feels like every muscle is pulling you

To the dirt and pitting you against the clock

Put your back into it give it all until you do it

If it’s the last thing that you do, until you die

Hunters always linger around the den where you lay

Frothing at the mouth every night and day

But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey

You see the pride and hate me

But cry while you’re hesitating like a child that has lost their way

So may those who oppose come to recognize the might of a mind

Unchained unchained unchained unchained

Because it ain’t enough to dream and hope the day comes along

When everybody is dancing while they’re playing your song

Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you haven’t lost your mind

Rising and turning then sinking

And burning to leave all the weight far behind

Feels like every muscle is pulling you

To the dirt and pitting you against yourself

Lion-heart running reigning in the Sun

And seizing every night and day by the tail

Hunters always linger around the den where you lay

Frothing at the mouth every night and day

But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey

Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you’re not the only one

Rising and turning then sinking

And burning without the warmth of a Sun

Feels like every muscle is pulling you

To the dirt and pitting you against the clock

Put your back into it give it all until you do it

If it’s the last thing that you do, until you die

Hunters always linger around the den where you lay

Frothing at the mouth every night and day

But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey