Lyrics
This is where you pick yourself up
Brush off the ashes
Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes
Their word brings desperation
Just look around you
Renewed visions reveals the lies
My truth will be my own
My truth will be my own
You say it doesn't matter
Get used to fear
I tell you, that's the problem
Get used to the lies
They mislead your pride
You blind them with your light
Jut strand this from the mind
You say it doesn't matter
Get used to fear
I tell you, that's the problem
What it's done to you
The way you live your life
Pick yourself up
What it's done to you
The way you live your life
An empty state of mind
A state of empty bliss pulled into the depths
Dragged out with the tide
My truth will be my own
And not the one that they gave me
My truth will be my own
And not the one that they gave me
