Bleeding black

laugh out your pain, let it be ashamed of its own existence.

Bleeding black through my eyes,

Mind wet with all the lies.

Things that all we see,

Gets painted inside.

all that is left is a silent prayer

let it be, let it be, let it be.

The storm that passes by,

taking everything it sees.

The things that remain,

makes us stronger and stronger it seems.

For when the next wind that may come,

you smile and say

let me see, bring it on, let me see.

With everything that you been through,

all you expect is a light.

but life has taught you something

and that is not to look for it in this night.

Rather burn the whole thing down,

fly above it, laugh out the pain

to be free, to be free, to be free.