The Iconoclast

I dream big for you
I'll vanish when it's due
What's your story?
Where's your end?
My sweet child
For you I'll die

No air
No space
But I'm flying over mountains
Up here, there's no pain
Who am I?
Who am I?
Can I be your dream?
Can I change your life?

Find the abundance in life
Love can be cunning and disguised
Be pure and be wild for your soul
And ask for forgiveness
And let things go

Kill the abundance of hate
Don't search for freedom in the states
Too many soldiers all around
And too many children in the ground

Seek the apostle from the past
Bury his wisdom, my dear iconoclast
Forgive your mother for growing old
Forgive your father for growing cold

Find the abundance in your life
Cut out the anger with a knife
Look at it wildly, let it go
And accept the freedom in your soul

So many dreams and so many bodies
So many faces all around
Following something, following people
Someone lonely gets left behind
Making up stories, fucking with evil
I'll fuck everything up in my life
Give me some headspace, give me a mirror
I need to lean into myself for a while
Pouring up red wine into a small glass
Taking a break
Seeking out answers in all the wrong places
It's expensive to be alive
And we saw a dead man, faceless, no name-tag
Grass bending down all around
But we found a rainbow there in his glasses
Notorious for its design
Can I protect you, Godly creation
And denounce everything I call mine?
Can I protect you, Godly creation
And denounce everything I call mine?
Can I protect you?
Can I protect you?
Can I protect you?
Can I protect you?
Can I protect you?