I need to be free. I want to taste the air once again.
To feel the rush of my blood to my head. I need liberation.
I bleed onto this paper; I will put no name, no title.
For you and I are the same. You feel something missing as do I.
Your dreams are filled with the notion, but you awake to a coma.
When the wind gently kisses your face you'll remember.
You'll notice the chains and the cell phones
The pain and the money; the things we thought were right
But we are nothing but dust locked away to build fading kingdoms.
We are kings of sand and mud, we are rulers of our dying fathers
We are nothing. We need liberation.
We must awake! Awake from this deadly coma. Our life is to short to waste on these nothings. You feel it as I do. Times are changing and the road to our freedom, our truth is fading quickly. And what is our truth? What is this road called?
It is one of no material possessions, no title or riches.
This road is honest; this road will cut you to your core and will throw away the masks and clothes we've hid behind to find us naked yet truthful.
This path is our liberation, our hope from the kingdoms of dust.
It's name is love and with the taking comes peace through truth.
We need to be free. We want to taste the fresh air once again.
To feel the rush of our blood to our heads. We need liberation!