When he was first born, they said his voice would take him places
Handsome little boy he was, but today he still chases
Something that will help him find it
Something true and something real
He's too tired of spoonfed knowledge
Now he goes by what he feels

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Underneath his feet, there's nothing but air
It's only tangible 'cause he believes it's there
Above his dreary head there is nothing but sky
It's only limits are the chains in his mind

He travels the world with a guitar & a song
Looks pretty normal with a little something wrong
Something in him's missing
Is it a heart? Is it a soul?
It feels as if he's fishing
When the winter, like his mind, is cold

Underneath his feet, there's nothing but air
It's only tangible 'cause he believes it's there
Above his dreary head there is nothing but sky
It's only limits are the chains in his mind

If he believes in liars, they will gather here
If he learns to tune them out, they will disappear
Science of the wicked, virtues of the right
Walking to the gallows but never bound in flight

Underneath his feet, there's nothing but air
It's only tangible 'cause he believes it's there
Above his dreary head there is nothing but sky
It's only limits are the chains in his mind

The chains of his mind
The chains of his mind
The chains of his mind