We're letting it out. The wildest shout. We're showing our teeth. And we're perfectly fine
These white walls hurt my eyes, they show me the reason why it is that the caged bird sings: they miss all the seasons. They don't feel safe inside what they have been given. They don't feel satisfied being able to look through the bars at the world outside
We're letting it out. The wildest shout. We're claiming it all. Or just at least for tonight
If blue skies have taught us anything, it's that there is no such thing as purity. Without the occasional rain cloud, or the winds from the coast that bring in the hurricane that settles the eye, and stirs up the ocean for the waves to arise, and the earthquake that brings down the house that we lie in. This still-water world just contrasts our minds...
That are chaotic, and they're wild, and they're free, and they're nothing like they want them to be. Its pulsing and its true, the heart of the beast is in you. And we feel it and we know, and we just have to let it go. And it's living and it breathes, our inner peace love and anarchy. And it shines through the clouds, and she lets us all know that she's proud
We're letting it out. The wildest shout. We're showing our teeth. And we're digging them in