| So many fear that, the gods have been lost at sea
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| I gotta a pure and simple image of a man waking up from a falling dream
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| I have a ball and chain in the depths of my mind
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| So I’m climbing up another mountain, to seek the lightning
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| All of my attempts are to find
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| A long forgotten piece of the holy ghost
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| Scattered in the winds of another time
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| Written into fears that I’ll never let go
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| No, I never wanted an authority
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| You know, I got a madness for the lightning
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| I’ll seek the lightning that calls to guide us
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| Skylit moves, illuminate dusty rooms
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| A cure beyond the grey expanse of the modern mood
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| Hurricane dreams, burning out of the modern disease
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| Gonna see us, catch a light, we’re gonna cross the line
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| Here, you’re running out of space to grow
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| Yelling out to join the holy road
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| You’re gonna break the line, you’re gonna break the line yo
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| This is how the mind is made
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| You’re allowed to hope to see the day
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| You’re gonna break the line, you’re gonna break the line yeah
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| Each of us a piece of the plan
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| But too many of us have fall asleep
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| We gotta a pure and innocent nature
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| And on a path we can be travelling to where we want to be
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| And I’m running out of energy to fill another prophecy
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| The enemies are buried in deep
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| But I see the lighting
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| I see the lightning that calls to guide us
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| All around I sense the divine
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| Growing in the weeds of the world I know
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| We have enough water enough fruit of the vine
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| For living in a manner that can nourish our soul
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| So take me to the river where the water runs deep
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| Now we’ve gotta rise up into the lighting
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| I feel the lighting, the gods inside us
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| Violet Blue, I crawl like a headless fool
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| A fear of being alive, a fear of having stood
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| But if I live this truth, then I know that I’ll carry this through
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| You’re gonna see us, catch a light
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| We’re gonna cross the line
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| 'Cause here, you’re running out of space to grow
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| Yelling out to join the holy road
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| You’re gonna break the line, you’re gonna break the line yo
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| This is how the mind is made
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| You’re allowed to hope to see the day
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| You’re gonna break the line, you’re gonna break the line yeah |