| The storm is coming and I have a choice
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| To accept nature or lose my voice
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| Shall I scream and plead for nothing
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| Or build a roof over my head?
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| I mourn the days that I wasted
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| Trying to change what has been set
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| Fighting against myself
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| Before I tear, tear out my eyes
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| I’ll just admit they’re part of me
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| I’ve labelled enemies who do not hate me
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| And then claims friends who could care less
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| All an unnecessary struggle
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| So now I know what it means to repent
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| Changing everything
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| Before I tear, tear out my eyes
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| I’ll just admit they’re part of me
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| (they're part of me)
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| Instead of fighting against myself
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| I will open my eyes
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| To find who needs me
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| I am awakened
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| I am awakened
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| Before I tear, tear out my eyes
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| I’ll just admit they’re part of me
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| (they're part of me)
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| I am awakened |