Walking through

And we can't fit in a cliche

So we pray in order to stay

And it's essential not to lose yourself

As otheres try to put you on a shelf

And it's essential not to lose god

As some try to put him in a cliche of fraud

Some put God in a shrine

After denying his devine

They may never knew,

but we walk through

We Need to dive

in order to arrive

to consume all the things

While others get tired of feelings

A Need for art allone

A Moment in which God is shown

We dive beneath his face

And are lying in an empty room

beneath the need for space

Before dancing through the gloom

We are making our way trough masses,

To carry unburned ashes,

which some try to throw away,

as if feelings are a crime and an obsession.

They are a confession,

and we keep on walking them through.

That's our heart and that's all we do.

We are guided by feelings

and we are our healings.

By longing for dreams coming true

While we are just lost strangers walking through

And some are may trying to crucify,

but all those critics are a lie.

The only ones who were standing by, were the ones who felt it trough pain, coming true.

And Jesus rose like we will do.

And Jesus rose, so we can walk the pain through.

We will leave flowers behind in a shooting range.

We are a modified change.

And we are lost rebels at night

Writing the world with our dreams.

And even if nothing is as it seems.

It's looking bright,

we are breaking the light,

we are a fluorite,

keeping our heart and our inner truth

As the way we walk on through.

And we are anti heroes by day.

We are the ones standing in our way,

but we walk through.

We are a matter of view.

Seen by many, met by a few.

A strange epiphany of fragility,

shining like an gordinary light, but in fright.

As we are feeling like a god on the Avenue.

While we are a stranger just walking trough.