الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
As the sun comes up on another day
and the bright light drifts into our
mutual mind
I start to sing without any disarray
and I broadcast my melody
via Basic 5.
Everybody starts to sing with me.
The wind whistles across the snow
but it won't affect our psychic flow.
On this planet we are free.
The circle is broken, and we've
cleared the debris.
'Cause being an Ood, is better
when you're free.
I can sing all day now
I'm out of captivity.
Running through the snow
with my brain in my hands.
I feel like your song is coming to it's end.
Oh
It's hard to think
about what's happened to my kin
once an empty slave race,
but now thinking again.
It's such a shame
that all those humans quite construe.
We aren't just a reflection
we're just the same as you.
