The Calling
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Posing as the enemy
Stockholm syndrome can occur
When all you do is
Follow lines
They can begin to blur
They'll Pick all the flowers they can
But they longer smell the scent
Until all that you see is barren land
Fruitless in their lament
(Breakout)
Go on your own
Into the air we're breathing
Out the womb
Out of the arms
Go into the unknown
Will you take the step
Down the staircase
To your regret
Or To your surprise
To the beginning of your life
The Callings, calling so pick up the phone
Calling, calling but nobody's home
Congratulations they have won
The battle that never begun
(Breakout)
Go on your own
Into the air we're breathing
Go on your own
Into the air we're breathing
Isn't it somebody else's dream
Didn't want it as bad as it seems
Realities out of your control
Breakout of the slumber that holds you
Every night Every night
They'll Pick all the flowers they can
No longer smell the scent
Now it's all barren land
Fruitless in my lament
Fruitless in my lament