torn between two voices of reason
there's a time and a
season when it all gets out of place
my head there it rests on my pillow
but
i'm sleeping with the lions
and this sheep won't have no say
sleeping
cells
getting stirred
selfish ways
sworn to silence
endless days
of
getting burned
shedding skin
silent shudder
now, a prey to the ones who
so justly
by my reasons will judge me
but i think it's not too soon
and
now; like a curse from the heavens,
once asleep up on the mountains
the
thunder marches down
"
will we let you go
(aa-a, aa-aa)
shall
we set your soul aside
(aa-a, aa-aa)
yeah i promise you
but don't think
twice
and don't ask twice"
sleeping cells
getting stirred
selfish
ways
sworn to silence
endless days
of getting burned
shedding skin
silent
shudder
torn between these voices of reason
i weigh my past seasons
and
it all falls back in place
my head there it rests on my pillow
and the blood
begins to simmer