Bryan Steeksma
2010
I felt your grip begin to fade
You kept me tied, blind and afraid
But then I broke you and saw
The look on your face said it all
So could you feel the way I felt
Did you kneel the way I knelt
Did you stand up and yell
Pleading for someone to help
Or listen to reason
Open your eyes
It’s a wonder what you’ll find with an open mind
You may be surprised
Yeah
Gotta get away from this illusion
For the sake of the world, this delusion
It’s gotta, gotta, gotta go-ooh
Yeah-ooh
If the dark is just a thought
Then the light is in your mind
The lies we tell ourselves
Will ruin the world with time
Did you feel the way I felt
Did you kneel the way I knelt
Or did you look up and stare
Waiting for your acts or prayer
Won’t you listen to reason.
Will you open your eyes
It’s a wonder what you’ll find with an open mind
You might be surprised
Yeah
Gotta get away from this illusion
For the sake of the world, this delusion
It’s gotta, gotta, gotta go-ooh
Yeah-ooh
Gotta get away from this illusion
For the sake of the world, this delusion
It’s gotta, gotta, gotta go-ooh
When is it enough
When will we all wake up
So look around
And see what’s right before your eyes
No control beyond these skies
Gotta get away from this illusion
For the sake of the world, this delusion
It’s gotta, gotta, gotta go-ooh
Yeah-ooh
Gotta get away from this illusion
For the sake of the world, this delusion
It’s gotta, gotta, gotta go-ooh