Convergence - We Own The Skye

First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh The way that things have been, oh ooh Second things second Don't you tell me what you think that I could be I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh The master of my sea, oh, ooh I was broken from a young age Taking my sulking to the masses Writing my poems for the few That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing from heartache from the pain Taking my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer (pain) Pain, you break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain, oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer Third things third Send a prayer to the ones up above All the hate that you've heard turned your spirit to a dove, oh ooh Your spirit to a dove, oh ooh I was choking in the crowd Building my rain up in the cloud Falling like ashes to the ground Hoping my feelings, they would drown But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited 'til it broke open and rained down It rained down, like Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer (pain) Pain, you break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain, oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive it came from Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer Last things last By the grace of the fire and the flames You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh ooh The blood in my veins, oh ooh But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited, 'til it broke open and rained down It rained down, like Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer (pain) Pain, you break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain, oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from Pain, you made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone Say, could that lass be I? Merry of soul she sailed on a dais Over the sea to Skye Billow and breeze, islands and seas Mountains of rain and sun All that was good, all that was fair All that was me is gone Sing me a song of a lass that is gone Say, could that lass be I? Merry of soul she sailed on a dais Over the sea to Skye