And I'm a goddamn believer.

Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things. She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook. The fact that they've been blindly deceived, by those who preach and pray and teach, but she falls short and the night explodes in laughter.

But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you, about the way your world can alter, and oh how you try to command it all still. Every single time it all shifts one way or the other.

And I'm a goddamn coward, but then again so are you, and the lion's roar, the lion's roar, has me evading and hollering for you, and I never really knew what to do.

Well I guess sometimes I wish you were a little more predictable, that I could read you just like a book. For now I can only guess what's coming next, by examining your timid smile, and the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back 'round. 

And I'm a goddamn fool, but then again so are you, and the lion's roar, the lion's roar, has me seeking out and searching for you, and I never really knew what to do.

Sometimes I wish I could find my Rosemary Hill. I'd sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I'd sing, and every once in a while I'd sing a song for you, that would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea, and if I wanted it to it would lead you back to me.

And the lion's roar, the lion's roar, is something that I have heard before. A children's tale, the lonesome wail of a lion's roar.

This is a pretty good song, and I'm surprised that they have only 466 views (now). God what's wrong with these people?

It's awesome. I gotta turn back to this kind of music. I mean in weekend I had my time of rebellion, and I enjoyed it, but I can't go far with it. 

Most of people will say that I'm fake, 

and I'm just playing with life, and I'm without soul,

and again I'm fake, 

but how I said, "They will keep saying you that!".

For God sake.