When I look at the world i see,
I feel alone in a fantasy,
There´s a beautiful girl from a made up world but she won´t let me be free.
I´m gonna run from this monastery,
Head for the sun and sea,
I´m gonna whisper my tune to the sun and moon cause she won´t let me be free.
I guess that´s what the Gods say….
From this roof there´s a world I see
Drunken brawls and broken screams,
The fanatic may scheme yet the poet still dreams, why won´t they let me be free?
Rise my friend there´s no defeat,
No end or inbetween
I guess that´s what the gods say….
Unbottle my desires
Gonna touch the roof top spires
Give grace while I´m sacraficed, thank God I´m still alive
Gonna climb the mountain high,
Open breast to the lightning sky
If I section myself give away my wealth as I teeter on the brink from the things I´ve felt:
I guess that´s what the gods say…..

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