I remember, when I started my journey
to the realm of my soul
where I finally opened the door
For fear of what was behind this door made me close my eyes
close my mind, to everything worthy of being [bad word] admired
Ideating achromatic

 
I [bad word] the beauty behind veiled sheets
webs of lies plagued my eyes
trapped by the impossible,
self-acceptance

 
It was then that I discovered
that the merit in oneself isn't raised by touch of a thumb
but by the love [bad word] radiated from the skin
in an instant it unlatched and the colour filled my head
dilated eyes, let the light in
perceiing the palette of artistry

shades hidden, now the brightest whites, where only dwelled grey
light breaks over the darkest of days

With friends by my side, I see the beauty of life
a new dawn shining bright
With friends by my side I see the beauty of life
like the world through a childs eyes

 
Freedom from your own chains
Open the lock, breakaway

It was then that I discovered
that the merit in oneself isn't raised by touch of a thumb
but by the love [bad word] radiated from the skin
In an instant it unlatched and the colour filled my head
dilated eyes, let the light in
Perceiving the palette of artistry

Freedom from your own chains
Open the lock, breakaway
Free
Freedom