Lyrics
Broken glass around me.
Broke the form that bound me.
Running with the hungry cold.
Get up with the clearn guru.
Purchase goods that increase
productivity infinite.
Laughing with the barbed wire,
I begin to fly.
Selling what's left of the damaged space.
Picking up the package - the talk becomes a race.
Wings rest on dense air, held up by what brought them down. They were never broken - just remembered how to fly.
Selling what's left of the damaged space.
Picking up the package - the talk becomes a race.
