Free

I woke up weary, I'd been walking through the ruins in a dream The wreckage of a city spread before my mind, the ashes smoke and steam I turn around, the ground familiar, though perplexed by what I'm seeing The part of me I show the world just wants to wake The part of me that lurks beneath feels so free In my left hand, there's a fragment of a building once so grand In my right, two masks are lined in blue with eyes so black and vacant I come upon a starving lion in a cage while children laugh The part of me I show the world just wants to wake The part of me that lurks beneath feels so free Free, free, free Don't be alarmed, a woman whispers softly as she takes my hand I wanna run, but understand that all I'm shown is relevant And somehow meaningful in a manner I can't fully comprehend The part of me I show the world just wants to wake The part of me that lurks beneath feels so free Free, free, free Free, free, free We are the wreckage, you are the mask I am the lion, you are the laugh Where is that woman? Where is that man? What if the reasons stay stuck In a subconscious realm of understanding Free, free, free Free, free, free Free, free, free