Primitive Reason - 5 And 3 Lyrics

Weeping my mess, reaping duress
I see light at the end through the glass
Woe my destiny has passed
Aint the worse prepared for me passed?
At last I'm not scared to be lost
I accept the me cost
Weeping my mess, reaping duress
I see light at the end through the glass
Eagles fly with my spirit take me
So high I can feel it make me change
Although I'm limited
I can fly with the birds at night
Migrate to the turn of the tides
Burn in the pyre bright

All that running, all that running, all that running
helps no one win
I am burnt by the sun and my back is oh helps me run
away
Through the cities of darkness I've been running
Tossing and turning cursing my turn

I am shook by the bumpy road
Only don't know should I get up and go
Slowly I stand up
Lonely
Looking for you who owns me

Although I'm Limited
Eagles fly with my spirit take me
So high I can feel it make me change
I can fly with the birds at night
Migrate to the turn of the tides
Burn in the pyre bright all night

All that money, all that money, all that money helps
one need
I am burnt by the greed, my mind is oh helps me run
away
In the cities of darkness I am running
Tossing and turning cursing my turn

Now what I need is to find why I bleed
Now what I need is to find why I bleed

All that running, All that running, all that running
helps no one win
I am burnt by the sun and my back is oh helps me run
away
Through the cities of darkness I've been running
Tossing and turning cursing my turn