Liberate Yourself

There was a right way and then there was my way
You used to come to the roadside only to condemn me
But I refused to be merely a supporting cast
In your story I would entitle "Ensure my Salvation"

You had a fundamentality and I was fucking around all over the place
Not looking for a perfect view of
the world I was just looking for my own
It wasn't good enough, the things I held dearly and the road I chose
To be accepted in the view of the world in which you live and breathe

Faces can tell a lie and you can feel it in the walls of that house
Where there's a fabricated facade
there you'll certainly witness tragedy
I'm not a consoling painting for you to hang on your dull wall
I'm a brush of expression setting color to the world

When your back was turned on me and my
words couldn't pierce your thick skull
I left them there hoping one day you'll understand them
Truth is a day is too precious to let someone stain with bleach
And may you learn something from the sound of me leaving

To have your passions spat at is to be oppressed
We can liberate ourselves and find a space in which we can create
Let the critics mutter in disharmony but don't let them break you down
Up we go, far from their symphony of destruction