At the silent gates of knowledge I know there must be a way and as I wander through the hills and valleys of my inner landscape I guess there's a way to raise my soul Rise my soul from the load of the ground where it used to hang around with a knife in your back it's like some mortal combat from the cradle to the grave have I ever been your slave Rise my soul raise it higher and higher into that empire and as it takes up high we'll gonna tell the world goodbye from the perspective of a bird it's all so absurd There's something you can't imagine life is bigger but the sun could burn everything and I guess there's a way to raise my soul There' s no need to stop it It goes up like a rocket