I know life has numbered my days,
And I’ll go along with everything you say
But I’ll ride home laughing, waiting at the bay
For the walls of your tower will come crumbling down
And my ears hear the call of my eyes so brown,
‘Cause I know my weakness, know my voice
And I’ll believe in your grace and your choice
And I know perhaps my heart is fast
Just because i was born without a mask
Like the burning city that raised my greed and my pride,
I stretched my arms into the sky just to fly high
I cry treasure, look at me now
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl
Is all we see we’ll slipping to the cloud?
So come down from your mountain and stand where we’ve been
You know our breath is weak and our body thin
I should’ve known I was weaker from the start
You’ll build your walls, and I will play my bloody part
To tear, tear them down
Just i was born without a mask
Up above the sky
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