One person's trespassing
Is another's rite of passage
Give me my right of passage
Right of passage
We burn the land to cure it.
Protect and not procure it.
We listen to the wind's song.
Trees waver like a pendulum.
The match to light the candle.
The ax and wooden handle.
Life severed by its own kind.
His enemy, his own mind.
Hook 1:
Stars falling to the ground now
There's gonna be a fire
We're burning in our flames
There's gonna be a fire
We burn the land to cure it.
The smoke will not obscure it
the shadows nor the mirror
the anger nor the furor
The days all growing nearer.
The waves are crashing clearer.
Abandoned all the terror
when I could finally hear you.
Beneath the noise.
Beneath the boys.
Beneath the noise.
Beneath the boys.
Beneath the noise.
Beneath the boys.
Beneath the fear.
Hook 2:
Stars falling to the ground now
There's gonna be a fire, fire
We're burning in our flames
We keep rising higher higher
We burn the land to cure it
Negative vibes becoming purified
Can you feel the spirit
Fire rising living in hell
With all this repetition
We find a new existence
Common man is cleansing
Now welcome to the new beginning
Cuz all these years
Living in fear
Just aint living right seeing
Tears covered the faces of my peers
Through the night sky
But we will rise high
You brave enough
To be down around to ride
Critical times we need a hero right now
I'm standing on my feet
I'm never laying down
They don't like my existence but we stay proud
Stars falling to the ground when the flame lit
We rise up in the obstacle we can face it
Welcome to the new beginning
Beneath the noise, beneath the boys, beneath the fear
We bring the spirit
Welcome to the new beginning
Beneath the noise, beneath the boys, beneath the fear
We bring the spirit
Right of passage
Right of passage
Right of passage
