Speak
This is the jungle in my mind
Better stay out, you'll get lost
Is this forest of no return
A catalyst for despair?
Pain surges through my veins
Into every pore...
Please save me from myself
From my demons
Let it go
God free me from my thoughts
From what I'm not
Free my mind
A dark wood with no way out
No guidance to an exit
Only the light within your eyes
Will lead the way to hope
Pain surges through my veins
Into every pore...
Please save me from myself
From my demons
Let it go
God free me from my thoughts
From what I'm not
Free my mind
Free my mind from the grasp of your
Suffocating demands and empty promises
I could save you from me and try to let you go
And try to let you go...
If thou hast any sound or use of voice, speak to me
If there be any good thing to be done
That may thee do ease and grace to me, speak to me
If thou art privy to thy country's fate, which happily foreknowing may avoid, Oh speak!
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth
For which they say you spirits oft walk in death
Speak of it, stay and speak!
Save me from, myself
Free me from this illusion
Please save me from myself
From my demons
Let it go
God free me from my thoughts
From what I'm not
Free my mind
Better stay out, you'll get lost
Is this forest of no return
A catalyst for despair?
Pain surges through my veins
Into every pore...
Please save me from myself
From my demons
Let it go
God free me from my thoughts
From what I'm not
Free my mind
A dark wood with no way out
No guidance to an exit
Only the light within your eyes
Will lead the way to hope
Pain surges through my veins
Into every pore...
Please save me from myself
From my demons
Let it go
God free me from my thoughts
From what I'm not
Free my mind
Free my mind from the grasp of your
Suffocating demands and empty promises
I could save you from me and try to let you go
And try to let you go...
If thou hast any sound or use of voice, speak to me
If there be any good thing to be done
That may thee do ease and grace to me, speak to me
If thou art privy to thy country's fate, which happily foreknowing may avoid, Oh speak!
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth
For which they say you spirits oft walk in death
Speak of it, stay and speak!
Save me from, myself
Free me from this illusion
Please save me from myself
From my demons
Let it go
God free me from my thoughts
From what I'm not
Free my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Florian Fettke, Yvo Broennimann, Grace Willis, Sandro Portner, Joel Fahrni, Linus Mathys, Ruben Mathys
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