he thought about it like a drug
that he was hanging out to try
he never knew just what it does
he only new it got you high

the weight of life
the light of peace
the need to fly...
you will not be denied...

well he was such a happy kid
well he was obviosly not
that was just somewhere that he hid
to seek a solace from the rot

the weight of life
the light of peace
the need to fly...
you will not be denied...

for every tear that he had shed
there was an angel by his side
now they stroked his heavy head
whispering you will not be denied
oh no you will not be denied...