Liberation Lyrics

The house, the storm.
Feather and tar.
Art, existence.

The house, the storm.
Feather and tar.
Art, existence.
The flower in the sewer.

The days of mourn are pass, all sorrow aside.
I finally arrived in a realm I thought not be true.
Here I dwell forever, eternal ease.
Found a lotus in the sewer, a lake for the sword.
No longer sick of shining, no longer scared of burning.

Grand, imperial peace, I left the wretched.
The scarred despise all grief, antagonism.

Grand, imperial peace, I left the wretched.
The scarred despise all grief, antagonism obsolete.

The world has silenced, the voices are gone.
I made oil my water and dust my air.
Found relief, salvation, quit the downward spiral.
Sad years, bygone.
Future, the brightest white.

Grand, imperial peace, I left the wretched.
The scarred despise all grief, antagonism.

Grand, imperial peace, I left the wretched.
The scarred despise all grief, antagonism obsolete.

Antagonism obsolete.

The house, the storm.
Feather and tar.
Art, existence.
The flower in the sewer.