True Thrush

	Beast of my brain, everybody's the same
	With the beast's control, it will never turn gold, and that's just life
	Don't touch the flame, of the burning decay
	With the lies you've been sold, let the nightmare unfold, if you don't mind
	And they're all out,
	I'm lost there alone
	No hand to hold high,
	Looking for me,
	I'm goneSpread those wings wide and take me along
	Now show me the sky and tell me
	I'm wrong