The trouble is my head.

Lift me up on my honour, take me over this spell.

Get this weight off my shoulders, I've carried it well.

Loose these shackles of pressure, shake me out of these chains.

Lead me not to temptation, hold my hand harder.

Ease my mind.

Roll down the smoke screen and open the sky.

Let me fly.

Man I need a release from this troublesome mind.

Fix my feet when they’re stumbling.

And well you know it hurts sometimes, you know it's gonna bleed sometimes.

Dig me out from this thorn tree. Help me bury my shame.

Keep my eyes from the fire, they can’t handle the flame.

Grace cut out from my brothers when most of them fell. I carry it well.

Let me fly.