Everyone has an angel. A guardian who watches over us.
We can't know what form they'll take. One day, old man.
Next day, little girl. But don't let appearances fool you.
They can be as fierce as any dragon. Yet they're not here to fight out battles.
But to whisper from our heart. Reminding that it's us.
It's every one of us who holds the power over the worlds we create.
Who teaches us what's real. And how to laugh at lies.
Who decides why we live and what will die to defend.
Who chains us. And who holds the key that can set us free.
It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight.
Stand up. You go to my name. I won't sympathize anymore.
I need you to blame for my soul. You make that I'm your peace.
You make that I'm your peace. There's nothing wrong.
It's you. You make that I'm your peace. And you have to work.
I need you to blame for my soul. You make that I'm your peace.
You're on your own now. We won't save you.
You're resting squads. It's too exhausting. I need you to blame for my soul.
You make that I'm your peace. I need you to blame for my soul. You make that I'm your peace.
I need you to blame for my soul. You make that I'm your peace. I'm your peace.
You make that I'm your peace.
