When I was younger I lived in fear
That incarceration of some kind is near
I checked my head in tact [bad word] I nearly became a [bad word] fool
But I've heard voices not in the head
Out in the air they called ahead
Through ripped out speakers
Through thick and thin
They found a shelter
Under my skin

How many darkest moments and traps
Still lay ahead of us [bad word] How many final frontiers
We gonna mount
And maybe no victory laps [bad word] But if you stepped on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin [bad word] God knows you [bad word] the one
With [bad word]  
And so no longer live I in fear
Them are too greedy to pay my asylum bills
This is my life and freedom's my profession
This is my mission throughout all flight duration
There is a core and it's hardcore
All is hardcore when made with love
Love is a voice of a savage soul
This savage love is [bad word] 
How many darkest moments and traps
Still lay ahead of us [bad word] How many final frontiers
We gonna mount
With maybe no victory laps [bad word] But if you stepped on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin [bad word] God knows you [bad word] the one
With [bad word]