On The Morrow

Your lie supply cannot satisfy all my hunger

For the wisdom in your words

Your soul control is not tight enough to constrain me

To my love of liberty

Wings weʻve been given need to spread

You gotta get away and fly

Our own volition is the sky

Donʻt need your doubts to be planted in my

Different point of view

Your train of thoughts

Just brings about

Insanity

Donʻt wanna live

Those plans of yours

Donʻt need your dreams

To reach my shores

Donʻt teach me faith

If you donʻt trust

In your own words – just words – so devious like dust

Wings weʻve been given need to spread

You gotta get away and fly

Our own volition brings us to

Ever closer to the sky!

Wings weʻve been given need to spread

Why would I walk if Iʻm to fly?

Our own volition brings us up to the sky

Guts and glory

Youʻd better live up to your story

Kill your prey

Become the author of your day

Face your traitors

For they donʻt hesitate to trade us

No more sorrow

Another battle on the morrow

No more pain

We never ever get insane

No more heros

For they donʻt fucking care to save us

Spread your wings

You could stay in line…

Or march to a different drummer

Let them go!

Ask yourself

Would you die

For the things worth living for?

Wings weʻve been given need to spread

Our own volition is the sky

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