...and from a-far a mag-ne-tic view. Like a smo-king match, a dark haired sha-dow falls. Your bu-rsting world my mo-ther's words Ru-shing, fle-xing, di-ving, you'll be then be-yond my reach no more will re-sound your screech Sing-ing, danc-ing, party-ing i'll be your he-ro to-night, i can-not re-strain my might my might, pure light al-right watch clo-ser and see what i'm ca-pable of Born of the love of na-ture and blood while wind sang the old song of wou-nded a-ma-zons I will be your sky a-fter the fri-ghte-ning jail's cry. My art is di-vine and fo-llo-wing+the white true a-ngel's fly I'll show my va-lue, my vir-tue, my pa-ssion, my shrew-dness pre-ten-ding that this is my life Bea-ting mon-stro-si-tiesand sa-ving dam-sells is my lie Truth is that I doit for my o-nly plea-sure, for my o-nly free-dom. I'm+a slave of my mind but this is my se-cret this is what keeps me a-live He-roes Pa-ra-dox I will be your sky a-fter the fri-ghte-ning jail's cry My art is di-vine and fo-llowing the white true a-ngel's fly ask why
