"You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl,
As all we see will slip into the clouds.
Oh, come down from your mountain and stand where we've been,
You know our breathe is weak and our bodies thin!
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart,
I should have known I was weaker from the start.
You'll build your walls, I will play my bloody part,
To tear, tear them down,
Well, I'm gonna tear, tear them down!
'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice,
And I'll believe in grace and choice.
And I know perhaps my heart is farce,
But I'll be born without a mask."
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