Sounds of Her Mind - Just A Gent, Samsaruh

The light is through her trapped her eyes

Bursting into a flame or a flag

The light refuses to take what’s on the inside

And so she stays

The fingerprints of the wild

Stain her mind

The sound of lions roar

In a jungle full of animals

The sounds of her mind

She used to run towards the light

Chasin' for Prints of freedom

Now she runs from li-I-I-ight and settles

For almost fine

And so she stays

The fingerprints of the wild

Stain her mind

The sound of lions roar

In a jungle full of animals

The sounds of her mind

The sound of lions roar

In a jungle full of animals

The sounds of her mind

The sounds of her mind

The sounds of her mind

The sounds of her mind