Ropes of Night - Faith

Help me feed up my mind
Strong strings attached behind
Wisely-spread noises in my ear
What time I could have had on my own
You´ve turned blue back to black
And haven´t tried to hold it back

Something exceptional
Something insecure

Help me feed up my mind
Strong strings attached behind
I don´t mind what you might
Become
Don´t you see the irony here?
Don´t you see the irony here?

Something exceptional
Something insecure

I feel fine, I feel fine, I feel fine at last
I еscaped the way you held mе rough
I always wondered how it would be
Being free, being free, being free
There are no more rims under my eyes
And I´m finally done to be patronized
I always wondered how it would be
Being free, being free, being free
I feel fine, I feel fine, I feel fine (at last)
I escaped the way you held me rough
I always wondered how it would be
Being free, being free, being free