Inhale, exhale,
a slave to my every breath.
In a life of hell,
waking up to fall close asleep to death.

All the ups and downs, one can be above it all.
Lord!

Hear the call of man,
one of paranoia through a storm.
Like loud thunders, do you hear a crying roar?

In this reign of time,
find myself hiding behind clouds.
Where echoes of lightning surrounds.
Out of the norm,
a paranoia through a storm.

I've reached the other side,
across an endless tide.
Twelve hours later,
sailed around endless seconds of time.
Now I found,
things I can't fully understand.
A foreign land,
not inhabited by any man.
How I got here isn't as shore,
after a paranoia through a storm.

Who alone knows a strain of journey,
finding yourself feels an eternity.
But if I sold myself short,
there wouldn't be much left of me.
At the end of every storm,
I'll be like the sea.

Free!