Without the golden hand wound mesh net over your head
You could cut through the unneeded boundaries
If you're blind you don't need glasses nor if you can see
Too afraid of what lies beyond the net
Now on the other side it looks more like a cocoon
But it's sure hard to run with your foot in the door
Break loose the chains
Release your pains
Why do you ask me
If it's your will to be
Just break them ties
That you despise
Harness the storm
Or be blown away
The growing cold of winter
Always turns around
But things that go round' can sometimes break down
Wait, reroute your fear this was not sincere
There's a hill on an island
Not far from the last
Where a fountain flows
And the reapers sow
And the pleasures are plenty
And the mysteries many
Ah but where would you find
A place so ahead of time
Break loose the chains
Release your pains
Why do you ask me
If it's your will to be
Just break them ties
That you despise
Harness the storm
Or be blown away
What's next
No not the job
Depressed
Life slipping by
Maybe someday
Get up and try
Question of how
Not one of why
There's a hill on an island
Not far from the last
Where a fountain flows
And the reapers sow
And the pleasures are plenty
And the mysteries many
Ah but where would you find
A place so ahead of time
Break loose the chains
Release your pains
Why do you ask me
If it's your will to be
Just break them ties
That you despise
Harness the storm
Or be blown away
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Without the golden hand wound mesh net over your head
You could cut through the unneeded boundaries
If you're blind you don't need glasses nor if you can see
Too afraid of what lies beyond the net
Now on the other side it looks more like a cocoon
But it's sure hard to run with your foot in the door
Break loose the chains
Release your pains
Why do you ask me
If it's your will to be
Just break them ties
That you despise
Harness the storm
Or be blown away
The growing cold of winter
Always turns around
But things that go round' can sometimes break down
Wait, reroute your fear this was not sincere
There's a hill on an island
Not far from the last
Where a fountain flows
And the reapers sow
And the pleasures are plenty
And the mysteries many
Ah but where would you find
A place so ahead of time
Break loose the chains
Release your pains
Why do you ask me
If it's your will to be
Just break them ties
That you despise
Harness the storm
Or be blown away
What's next
No not the job
Depressed
Life slipping by
Maybe someday
Get up and try
Question of how
Not one of why
There's a hill on an island
Not far from the last
Where a fountain flows
And the reapers sow
And the pleasures are plenty
And the mysteries many
Ah but where would you find
A place so ahead of time
Break loose the chains
Release your pains
Why do you ask me
If it's your will to be
Just break them ties
That you despise
Harness the storm
Or be blown away
You could cut through the unneeded boundaries
If you're blind you don't need glasses nor if you can see
Too afraid of what lies beyond the net
Now on the other side it looks more like a cocoon
But it's sure hard to run with your foot in the door
Break loose the chains
Release your pains
Why do you ask me
If it's your will to be
Just break them ties
That you despise
Harness the storm
Or be blown away
The growing cold of winter
Always turns around
But things that go round' can sometimes break down
Wait, reroute your fear this was not sincere
There's a hill on an island
Not far from the last
Where a fountain flows
And the reapers sow
And the pleasures are plenty
And the mysteries many
Ah but where would you find
A place so ahead of time
Break loose the chains
Release your pains
Why do you ask me
If it's your will to be
Just break them ties
That you despise
Harness the storm
Or be blown away
What's next
No not the job
Depressed
Life slipping by
Maybe someday
Get up and try
Question of how
Not one of why
There's a hill on an island
Not far from the last
Where a fountain flows
And the reapers sow
And the pleasures are plenty
And the mysteries many
Ah but where would you find
A place so ahead of time
Break loose the chains
Release your pains
Why do you ask me
If it's your will to be
Just break them ties
That you despise
Harness the storm
Or be blown away
Writer: Kevin Luthy
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