Do, do; do you know where you are heading to?
Do, do; do you know where your shoes are taking you?
Mmhm, a monster of a man; mmhm, a monster of a woman.
Though there is a fair chance the flaw is more beautiful—where the feet lands do not seem so bad.
We’ll never be free; we’ll never be free; we’ll never be free.
Birdsong from the morning to the night, songs of a monster to home; that is so beautiful.
Do, do; do you know where your feet are leading you towards?
Do, do; do you know where your shoes are taking you?
Oh, oh, oh, afraid we’re past that point; fight me; fight my cage; fight your own home.
The heart screams: Take the key and lock me away forever babe.
Mmhm, I’ll believe, I’ll be free through a belief which killed me.
Mmhm, believe, free through a belief that added colour to the canvas.
I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.
I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.
I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring unto my face.
Do, do; do you know where the patch leads?
Do, do; do you know where the footprints take you?
Wouldn’t ever worry, wouldn’t ever be ashamed; the patch is this way.
To either hell or heaven—I’ll march towards it today.
I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.
I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring into my veins.
I’m not me, I’m not me; I’m free— colour has been added pouring unto my face.
There is a fair chance the flaw is more beautiful than the perfect face you brought.
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