This Room Is AliveBeing As An Ocean This room’s aliveBreathingIn this moment, each one of us is leavingAll of life’s worries and troubles far behindSpeaking in tonguesSweating bloodRaptureSome people search their entire lives for such a cureScreaming silently insidePast horrors plaguing their mindsThis is our releaseThis is our violent pleaHearts scarred and bandagedSouls weathered and damagedThis is our releaseOur violent pleaIt’s time to burn the pastTake off our self-fabricated coping masksWe’ll let each other see who we really areWith our broken limbs and battle scarsNaked, all things stripped awayYou’ll see we’ve all gone through similar painsAnd like children, we count and play our hiding gamesBut we won’t come inside when Grace calls our nameSlaves to our guilt and shamePointing the finger at the one who was never really to blameOurselvesReopen your wounds anewAnd watch the broken come to stand by youYou don’t have to feel aloneCause I know this place could feel like homeThere is no need to run and hideWhen your true family is standing by your side