Let me fly.

Lift me up on my honour, take me over this spell. Get this weight of my shoulder, I 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 smokescreen and open the sky. Let me fly, then I need a release from these troubles of mine. 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. They've cut out from my brothers. When most of them fail, I carried it well. Let me fly, then I need a release from these troubles of mine. Fix my feet when they're stumbling. I guess you know it hurts sometimes. You know it's gonna bleed sometimes. Now hold on! I'm not looking for sweet talk, I'm looking for time. Time for towering sweet folk, all because it hurts sometimes. You know it's gonna bleed sometimes. Hold on! You know it's gonna hurt sometimes, when you call me. Hold on. I'm gonna climb that symphony home and make it mine, and this pleasure is mine, mark my way. See, all these pessimistic sufferer stand to drag me down, so I could use it to shelter what could I've found.