//Ingles//
First things first
I'm going to say all the words
Inside my head
I'm fired up and tired
Of the way that things have been
The way that things have been
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
The master of my sea
I was broken from a young age
Taken my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look to 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!
You break me down and build me up
Believer, believer
Pain!
I 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
Has turned your spirit to a dove
Your spirit up above
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
Till it broke open and rained down
And rained down, like...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, you build me up
Believer, believer
Pain!
I 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