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How do you silence your head
when everything is too loud?
The world is quiet for now
but there’s all these radio stations going off in my mind,
trying to sell me life advice

And you can never turn them down
You can only switch to a new station 
And I’ve never really liked what’s on the radio these days 

How do you keep the demons at bay 
when they’re rising from the ashes?
It’s not my fault 
Of all my angels called in sick today 

Don’t get me wrong,
somedays I feel like I could emerge 
triumphant from the ocean 

the biggest wave you’ve ever seen 
will crash over me
as my demons drown behind me
as I stand triumphantly 

But what does it mean to rise?
To emerge from a sea of lies unscathed?
When I look around,
it’s very clear 
who’s a hero and who’s not 

But who am I to put my heroes in check?
Well no one’s my hero
'cause to stand triumphantly is to stand alone 

But who am I to write this criteria 
when I haven’t risen from anything but my bed?

Looking around,
it’s very clear 
for me to rise,
I need to define this on my own

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