we're letting it out. the wildest shout. we're showing our teeth. and we're perfectly fine. these white walls hurt my eyes
they show me the reason
why it is that the caged bird sings: they miss all the seasons. they don't feel safe inside
what they have been given. they don't feel satisfied
being able to look through the bars
at the world outside. we're letting it out. the wildest shout. we're claiming it all. or just at least for tonight. if blue skies have taught us anything
it's that there is no such thing as purity. without the occasional rain cloud
or the winds from the coast
that bring in the hurricane that settles the eye
and stirs up the ocean for the waves to arise
and the earthquake that brings down the house that we lie in. this still-water world just contrasts our minds. that are chaotic
and they're wild
and they're free
and they're nothing like they want them to be. and it's pulsing
and it's true
the heart of the beast is in you. and we feel it
and we know
and we just have to let it go. and it's living
and it breathes
our inner peace love and anarchy. and it shines through the clouds
and she lets us all know that she's proud. and it's chaotic
and they're wild
and it's free
and it's nothing like they want it to be. and it's pulsing
and it's true
the heart of the beast is in you. and we feel it
and we know
and we just have to let it go. and it's living
and it breathes
our inner peace love and anarchy. and it's living
and it breathes
our inner peace love and anarchy. and it shines through the clouds
and she lets us all know that she's proud. we're letting it out. the wildest shout. we're showing our teeth. and we're digging them in.