Freedom

 “VERSE1”

 Arrow, now it has to change it’s destiny

The archer sent it to hit the bird

The purpose of it’s existence, is a creation myths

“CHORUS”

They searched the ground and

Found nothing 

They opened the graves, there were no even bones

Of Freedom 

“VOICE AMD DRUMS” 

Every ones dream, is to drift like a bird

But most choose the way of the hunters over the truth

If for one moment You become that arrow 

You probably start praying 

“Verse2”

Enormous formulas and Radio waves

Archer used it to take poor creatures names

Beast is trying to release itself but pressure pulls it back

Unlimited choices may lead to confusion

Powerful impulses are attacking it’s thoughts 

Sphere of influence changes the direction of the wind

Skies are opening, lighting strikes

It comes slowly, closer and closer

“CHORUS”

We searched the ground and

Found nothing 

We opened the graves, there were no signs

Of Freedom 

“BRIDGE - RAP” 

After the blow the hunter was shoked 

There were two birds they were the same 

If I was an artist which is drawing this picture

I would Probably Draw it the same way

“Verse3”

Curves abserve into the canvas

Separating each object from it’s color

Leaving emotions and pure senses

Art is a change to a perspective

that turns the theory into logic

rewinding the archer back to the curves

isolating the purpose

“Ending”

No distance for music