The Royal - Seven lyrics

Back to the turning point I wear my heart on my sleeve Saved from judgement with a noose for my neck They praise the champions of habit and wish d**h upon refugees Only the soulless remain after the cleansing and wrath After the cleansing and wrath Fly with your own kind We all have something to prove But there are few who dare to live From the inside out Fake conceptions challenge our reality Question your reality Beyond the boundaries that caged me Behind the skyline of d**h Within our reach yet so distant Confront normality I’ve spent my days in the gutter Trying to find myself beneath the bricks of my sanity Between our shelter and shame lies a pathway that takes us home Fly with your own kind We all have something to prove But there are few who dare to live From the inside out Fake conceptions challenge our reality