True Thrush

Beast of my brain, everybody's the same With the beast's control, it will never turn gold, and that's just life Don't touch the flame, of the burning decay With the lies you've been sold, let the nightmare unfold, if you don't mind And they're all out, I'm lost there alone No hand to hold high, Looking for me, I'm gone Spread those wings wide and take me along Now show me the sky and tell me I'm wrong