Open-eyed, I’ve been waiting too long now I’m saying I want my melody. I’m calling out to the stars, “Come melt down my iron bars! Crack open my shell! Set it free!” Shake of the rust. Shake your hair like a lion’s mane. Pu teeth to the world to bite down and carve your name. Running on lion-heart. Beautiful, unrestrained. Hit like a lightning strike to wake up your soul from the grave. Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you’re not the only one; Rising and turning then sinking and burning without the warmth of a sun. Feels like every muscle is pulling you to the dirt and pitting you against the clock. Put your back into it. Give it all until you do it, if it’s the last thing that you do, until you die. Hunters always linger around the den where you lay, frothing at the mouth every night and day. But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey. You see the pride and hate me, but cry while you’re hesitating like a child that has lost their way. So may those who oppose come to recognize the might of a mind, Unchained! Unchained! Unchained! Unchained! Because it ain’t enough to dream and hope the day comes along, When everybody is dancing while they’re playing your song. Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you haven’t lost your mind; Rising and turning then sinking and burning to leave all the weight far behind. Feels like every muscle is pulling you to the dirt and pitting you against yourself. Lion-heart running. Reigning in the sun and seizing every night and day by the tail. Hunters always linger around the den where you lay, frothing at the mouth every night and day. But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey. Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you’re not the only one; Rising and turning then sinking and burning without the warmth of a sun. Feels like every muscle is pulling you to the dirt and pitting you against the clock. Put your back into it. Give it all until you do it, if it’s the last thing that you do, until you die. Hunters always linger around the den where you lay, frothing at the mouth every night and day. But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey.