Battle Cry

Our battle is not against flesh and blood.

It's a crying shame, all that's broke inside us. We try to hide it. We cover, cover it up.

What would it be like, to be loved without our, without our guard up?

Woah woh wooah woah Woah woh wooah woah

My wounds are screaming, drowning out my dreams and any sort of feeling of some sort of connection.

But, hey, I'm safe in a gilded cage. The door is open, but this bird, this bird stays. Why do you stay? Why do you stay?

Woah woh wooah woah Woah woh wooah woah

The mask is gone, it's cracked. My righteousness is filthy rags. When I think about the things I've done, and all the things they've done to me.

Where's the stain? It's washed clean. And all my sins lie at the bottom of the sea!

Can you taste it? Do you know what it tastes like? Or have you been chained your whole life?

True love died to pay our freedom price.

This is our battle cry!