My chocolate dipped sword,
Such a bitter lullaby.
A burden at the least,
As the honored soldier cried

Don't make me just a product
Of your twisted memories.
You're making something out of nothing,
Turning broccoli into trees.

Yet, another moment passes.
The clock ticks perfectly in time
With my slow and steady heartbeat,
Unaware of your latest crime.

Oh, excuse me sir, but I failed to see
The crown upon your head.
Did you think that since you disapproved,
I'd just be left for dead?

Once again, you've been mistaken.
I can simply ignore your song.
Your facade just doesn't work on me,
I've seen it for too long.

So goodbye to all the judging.
Farewell to you and yours.
"Take thy beak from out my heart,
And take thy form from off my door."

The boy in the tree, he was so nice,
That his fiery stare was cold as ice.
Drop that ice into my lemonade
And you'll taste the drink that Satan made.
And when Satan rears his ugly head,
You'll hear the last prayers of the dead.
And when the dead all start to rise,
You'll see the fire behind their eyes.
And when the fires refuse to burn,
You'll feel them urging, "It's your turn."
And when you finally take the stand,
You'll smell the fear throughout the land.
And when the land begins to shake,
You'll think you're falling in a lake.
And when the lake begins to part,
You'll know you've been dead from the start.

It's a brand new day,
It's another Chance
So make it your own,
Don't just walk, dance!

Make a new discovery,
Refuse to stand in line.
Pry open those heavy eyes,
And take in the rays of...
        Of what?

In my darkened room,
the only light,
belongs to my clock.

And that's useless still,
for all that it shows
is the time that it's not.
      {tick tock}
          {tick tock}
  another broken arrow
          {tick tock}
        {tick tock}
  to chase the dove away.

Shout!
                Until you're
                coming in clear.
                Their fragile,
                fallen angel.
Speak
                of love that
              lifts your wings.
              She knows no
              bindings to bear.

        What holds me in
      this cherished place?
      Wings, invisible to
      the faithful.

    They see me through
    a veil of doubt,
    My sins on my
    face in ink.

"That's me in the corner. That's me in the spotlight, losing my religion."

Smiles for the last one standing,
The one that's better than us all.
Set him there so we can watch
And wait for him to fall.

While he stands, we are his puppets.
In his sugar-laced, poisoned words
(That he speaks so low and gentle)
The sly deception can't be heard.

Our world becomes an incinerator
Of muffled screams and silenced cries.
Still, his judgement is never questioned
As long as his banner flies.

But there's a noise there in the distance.
A very faint but determined voice.
It's chanting softly from the heart,
Reminding us we have a choice.

We don't have to stand here waiting
For his next deceitful demand.
We're being lead off of sheer blind faith,
Toy soldiers with our heads in the sand.

Some refuse to hear it
While many others join along
With this hopeful rebel chanting
That's starting to resemble a song.

The singing develops lyrics.
More and more of the crowd join in.
It's becoming a revolution,
One that's destined to win.

He finds this rather shocking.
This wasn't part of his master plan.
Figuring this was better afterall,
People sing while they still can.

With every note, the crowd grows stronger.
A nation united, hand in hand.
Not thinking about the consequences  
Of making their final stand.

"I will have order!" A voice from the abyss,
Our fearless leader, fighting one last time
To have power over now waking citizens
Who will make him pay for his crime.

He has no choice but to fall to us
For now, we're all that he can see.
And just to think, it started with chanting
Three simple words: "Let it be"