On solid ground stands the man whose conscience is untainted
He shall be blessed (shall be respected)
May your smile no longer be forced
[2x]
A reason to give, a call to the inner lie
A reason to hold your principles up
A reason to live, maintaining your private sky
Hurting tent pegs in your mind
Out in the sea, deep in the ground, on top of the highest mountain
Wherever you hide (wherever you run)
You're the fly and the window alike
Thine statue is white, shines in the sun, solely blinds your eyes
Out of the light (into the darkness)
You will never reach its size
[2x]
A reason to give, a call to the inner lie
A reason to hold your principles up
A reason to live, maintaining your private sky
Hurting tent pegs in your mind
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