Seeds

The curse is lifted you may go now
Your instincts won't be punished any more
Run in the cold breeze, in the morning sun
Taste the liquid vice running from your mouth

All right it's time to grow now
It's the last chance you'll have to kill your faith

You're not a slave of the night anymore

All right you know you must grow now
It's the last time you will open your eyes
Go ahead and pick a card of existence
There's a lot going on and you still don't understand

You're not a slave of the night anymore