The truth
Will set us free
(But) a soft voice whispers in my ears:
Is there anything we can count on?
Heads down
And wrong turns
Tonight I watch the angels burn
Burning the ground that we have built on
No need for prayers â no more
I've seen this happening before
In what monsters this can turn
Just let these pages burn
But as the fire lit my thoughts
Old ideas keep fighting us
And I struggle â for what I should believe
Keep building walls around this book
Rewrite the pages that she took
We all struggle- for it's nothing we believe
Some truths
Will set us free
And anger whispers in my ears
Where are those gods that we should count on?
Heads down
And wrong turns
Tonight I watch the angels burn
Burning everything we've built up
We all suffered broken hearts
At some point in our lives
Some only mildly scratched
Some were stabbed by knives
But as the fire lit my thoughts
Old ideas keep fighting us.
And I struggle â for what I should believe
Keep building walls around this book
Rewrite the pages that she took
We all struggle- for it's nothing we believe
The truth
Will set us free
(But) a soft voice whispers in my ears:
Is there anything we can count on?
Heads down
And wrong turns
Tonight I watch the angels burn - Just let it burn - I hope you burn!