you are here alone again in your sweet insanity you're hiding yourself from the truth i want to know, do you call it liberty? the fields are filled with desires my voice is crying for freedom but it will fade away in vain i am the only person you run from with a blinded mind, you are singing a glorious and beautiful song the angels flutter in the distance all hallucinations, your perceptions are wrong i am here with you again in my bittersweet serenity hoping you will find your way out of that place your liberation is solitude, that is your identity