Dust Of God

I have been told the truth is out there
I found my call into an old chest
I wish for sunshine, but now it’s raining
I feel so lonely among these crowds

The price of freedom never was too high
Nowhere is safe and nothing feels right
Each time we feel some taste of delight
We are condemned to become outcasts
We fall from some paradise

I'm no one, I'm nowhere, I’ve nothing but I am
About to learn what’s left when nothing is mine
Nothing to fear except the fear itself

We don’t have to be the same
(What’s the use of a nose for a God?)
Things don’t have to be this way
(The fear for the flesh is the fear of blood)
We learn now what reason can’t reach
(Let’s break some chains!)