Walking down the street while the street is dead.
Comfort in my head there is the coldest bed.
Out from the abyss is where my dreams have led.
***** all the words that I haven't said.
Who says I can't be great like the lord I praise?
Stuck beneath my shadow was my darkest days.
Pray that I get rid of these ugly ways.
Why live the same if you don't feel the same?
Who's to blame for the worldwide lies?
Who's to say you won't see past the sky?
Who's to know where you're gonna go?
When the loud goes quiet and the wind just blows...
Be great, nothing's stopping you.