Say what you really wanna say
And the truest of forms will show
Finally you'll find your soul
They impose the endless fight
To always be perfect
It seems they have been chosen
To be above the rest
But the contradiction stands
Between these perfect lives
And the words that they've misread
There was no reading
Say all the things that you really wanna say
The truest of forms will show
Finally you'll find your soul
Say all the things that you really wanna say
The truest of forms will show
And finally you'll find your soul
The landscape of being
Are endlessly competing, back and forth，
For an answer to existance
That we can never find
In all of the places that we've searched out
In all of the pulses that we've taken
There was no reading
Say all the things that you really wanna say
The truest of forms will show
Finally you'll find your soul
Say all the things that you really wanna say
Then you'll find the truest of forms will show
And finally well find our souls
Give us the answers
And give the ability to hear
The landscape of being
Are endlessly competing, back and forth，
For an answer to existance
That we can understand
Perhaps we're looking far too closely
We can't see
All the evidence in it's entirety
The air in our lungs
The complexity of our love
Say all the things that you really wanna say
the truest of forms will show
Finally you'll find your soul
Say all the things that you really wanna say
Say what you really want to say
And the truest of forms will show
Finally you'll find your soul