This is a call to arms for the poets that are inside of us
This is shedding our skin, and breaking the chains that are binding us
This is pictures of the truth
This is life in real time
All the words we always wanted but could never make them rhyme
This is the way that she looked
This is what I believe
This is the way it's been and always will be
This is the war raging inside of me when I told you all that I was fine
You taught me never underestimate the power of ten thousand hearts that are beating in time
This is for everyone still holding on to all the things they fucked up and all the people they did wrong, all the songs they never sang
Our story's still the same, but we've been holding it in so long
So Hallelujah amen, holy whatever, bless your soul
Because these are the words that set up the verses that let us free ourselves through rock n' roll
This is music, this is spirit, this is passion if you'll let yourself hear it. Cause there's mercy in the verse
A story in the chorus
A bridge to get over the sea of doubt before us
It's all not perfect. We need music to save us; spinning the soundtrack to our beautiful chaos
Imperfect existence: just grab it and own it and I swear to God you'll have it all in that moment
So take every picture of your perfect life...
You can splatter it with color and the paint will dry... You can throw it in the air and you can watch it fly... Just for one last time squeeze it very, very tight... And let it go