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 Oh, 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?