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segunda-feira, 6 de junho de 2016

To Be/ Ser

(To be)

Hey,

You.

Why are you running?

Don't you know that they will reach out to you wherever you go?

They will catch you.

Be it from the shadows of your foots,

Or sticking out their arms from the pools you leave on the ground when you cry.

The ground you curse and love,
The ground you curse and love.

Drowning you into the ocean that is your desire.. Your desire... Your desire.. To be.

Don't run! Don't run! Stand your Ground!
Stand your Ground! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Don't let them burn Jeanne d'Arc again.
Don't let them crucify Jesus Again.
Don't let them rape Justice again.

Why do good people still suffer?
Are we evil? Are we evil?

Why do we hurt the ones we love?
Are we evil? Are we evil?

What did we throw away to believe we're free?
Why did we throw away the freedom we were born with?

What do we desire now? Tell me!
What do you desire now? Is it to be Free?

Or be enchained?

What are you running from?

Do you know?

Who are you running from?

Do you see yourself in the eyes of the hunter?

Predator and prey, yes, both you are..
Murder and victim. Perpetual pain; Perpetual joy.

Stop looking away and fight fire with fire.
You are the sun, King, Queen and rain.

Set your doubts ablaze and let your eyes, ears and hands feel the air of freedom once more.

Hey,

You.
Breath.

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