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Chained to the bench, worshipping the wall,
called it the whole world, knew nothing at all.
Some puppet by the fire and I'm down on my knees,
praying to a shadow of a shadow of a breeze.
Then the chain snaps, I turn to the glow,
the light's a blade and it cuts to let me know.
Crawl out the mouth, hit the blast of the sun,
truth burns so hard that I sprint back to the one.
Shadows on the wall, I bowed to the lie,
took the echo for the realest thing under the sky,
now I've seen the fire and I can't unsee,
the hardest part of free is they won't follow me.
Down here it's easy, the shadows know my name,
the truth's got no handles, it won't play the game.
Tried to drag 'em to the sunlight, they turned around,
they'd take the comfortable dark over the holy ground.
But you can't shove the fire back behind your eyes,
once you've tasted the up you can't un-know the size.
So I stand at the mouth, half in, half out,
a translator of the light for a world made of doubt.
Shadows on the wall, I bowed to the lie,
took the echo for the realest thing under the sky,
now I've seen the fire and I can't unsee,
the hardest part of free is they won't follow me.