From the soul of the unnamed
To the devastating depths of the heads and the hearts of the shamed
With the patience like the fury of a freight train
I'll always have faith in the untamed
I have faith in the untamed
No room to think when digression is fought
Progression of thought dies and goes right out the door
It's hard to move on when tradition is the whore
That keeps your feet nailed to the frozen floor
Now it weighs down your mind
And once again left you deaf, dumb, and blind
But I have faith that one day
We'll have the strength to rip our every single page
I have faith
You'll find no peace
You'll still be empty
It will never end
This tradition is a downfall
It's hard to let go when you're still holding on
You'll find no peace
You'll still be empty
You better believe we're breaking boundaries
A routine for the uninspired
For the hearts that lack any fire
I have faith
You'll find no peace
You'll still be empty
It will never end
This tradition is a downfall
It's hard to let go when you're still holding on
You'll find no peace
You'll still be empty
You better believe we're breaking boundaries
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You put your thoughts in dying hands
While you wade through the quicksand
You put your thoughts in dying hands
While you wade through the quicksand
You put your thoughts in dying hands
While you wade through the quicksand
First to realise, not verbally
But in your heart, in your blood
In your whole thinking
That human beings right through the world
Go through the same agonies that one goes through
The loneliness, the despair, the depressions
The extraordinary uncertainty, insecurity
Whether they live ten thousand miles away or two thousand miles
They are all psychologically bound together
If one realises that profoundly
In your guts, in your blood, in your heart, in your mind
Then you are responsible