No hope, no fear

It feels like a hundred years, a hundred years
The moonless sky in the night, white knuckle holding tight to

One way of looking at the world
And some say flying’s for the birds
But freedom [bad word] from not being afraid
 [bad word] from choice, the choice that we have made.

And I’m terrified, but I’m soldering on, soldering on
Like a Butterfly just being born, just being born.
And I’m terrified, but I’m soldering on, soldering on
Like a Butterfly just being born, just being born.

No hope, no fear
Didn’t think I could make it here, make it here
The [bad word] version of me, ’cause there isn’t meant to be

Just one way of looking at the world
And some say flying’s for the birds
But Freedom [bad word] from not being afraid
 [bad word] from choice, the choice that we have made.

And I’m terrified, but I’m soldering on, soldering on
Like a Butterfly just being born, just being born.
And I’m terrified, but I’m soldering on, soldering on
Like a Butterfly just being born, just being born.

No hope, no fear , No hope, ho fear
Didn’t think I could make it here

one way of looking at the world
And some say flying’s for the birds
But Freedom [bad word] from not being afraid
 [bad word] from choice