It’s easier to speak your mind
When the world loves what you have to say
Oh, they gyrate their way, oh, they shout when they say:
“Let us never see the day the sun sets on your heart.â€
and when I am alone in the dark
I wonder where I’ve been, I wonder where I’m going
Is part of being strung along being helplessly unknowing?
And what of the scoundrels who lead the sheep astray?
Oh, they question their masters,
their parents and pastors, and in the hereafter
they’re steeped in the dark and when I am alone,
in my heart I wonder where they’ve been, I wonder where they’re going
Is part of rebellion conceit of the unknowing?
Is it difficult to speak your mind
when the world hates the things you have to say?
Oh, they screech and they bray,
There is doubt and dismay, may the sun set on this day
When you dragged all of them effortlessly straight into the dark
While they were there they wondered:
“What if the kings that we’ve put on their thrones
aren’t really kings at all? What if they should fall?
And all of the false gods that were prostrated
before have no gracious reign in mind
what if we wake up to find ourselves coiled in there ashes?
We will finally start to wonder
What it is that we should leave behind
We’ll see the signs and realize there’s never been
a better time to overthrow the principalities
In all our words, in all our deeds
and storm the gates of Hell
to show them they will not prevail
If all our hopes and all our dreams
fall on deaf ears then let them see
The gates of Hell will not prevail
and you’ve broken the chains on me
I needed to be vindicated for all of my frustrations
but dragging all my grievances was heavy as damnation
I don’t need to feel so right, but I badly want to feel alive
I am done with a contest of wills
I’m not afraid to die