There's a height I couldn't reach Though I bought the wings to carry me There's a feeling never found Though I bought the words to bring it out But then maybe I was better naive Maybe I was better when I couldn't see I felt the water over me A cold and lonely welcoming Not a sign they said I'd find, nor the warmth of the sire's hand in mine But then maybe I was better naive Maybe I was better when I couldn't see
I have seen a friend-turned-martyr bleed And for what? For what a stranger taught to us? With no authority to speak?
It's always the loudest who voice only their ignorance [2x] With no authority to speak?
The rock should be an anchor for the weak Not this This unfulfilling This subtle guilting A prophet of sympathy...
With no authority to speak
It's always the loudest who voice only their ignorance [2x] With no authority to speak? And no sense in reasoning
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