This silence drives me cold
Then there's a wave of ammunition
Builds a wall surrounding what won't unfold
What I won't unhold
To speak what yet's been told
The freedom of a prison cell that's crumbling
I'm mumbling to myself
"What about the cold?"
I could drop the lion's mane
The pride
But truth be told
I'm scared
Let go
Grow old
Let go
Grow old
Let go
Grow old
Let go...