You are the sun, I am the flame
You are the blood, I am the same
We are the love that rises again
They are the snake that bites on your veins
(We are not chained to the wheel)
You are the tear, I have no fear
You are so strange, I feel the same
Sorcerous mind, we ride again
(We are not chained to the wheel, to the wheel)
It’s the way that you feel
It’s the truth in your eye
You got wings upon your back and you can fly
It’s the way that you feel
It’s the truth in your eye
'Cause you’re up against the world and still you rise
And still you rise
You are alive and high in my dreams
You are the stars that mystify me
And you are the wolf that frightens the thief
And you are the voice that they disbelieve
(We are not chained to the wheel)
And you are the spark that sets us all free
(We are not chained to the wheel, to the wheel)
It’s the way that you feel
It’s the truth in your eye
You got wings upon your back and you can fly
It’s the way that you feel
It’s the truth in your eye
'Cause you’re up against the world and still you rise
And still you rise
Whoa, baby
It’s the way that you feel
It’s the truth in your eye
You got wings upon your back and you can fly
It’s the way that you feel
It’s the truth in your eye
'Cause you’re up against the world and still you rise
And still you rise
Still you rise
Still you rise
I once thought that Billy Duffy could have been better served by something other than The Cult. Now I more deeply realize how much Ian Astbury contributed to sonic realizations in collaboration. Billy and Ian have an alchemical genious that is underrated to say the least. I love reductionist rock and these two have been nailing it for a long time. BGAE was not immediately available in the US. I am thankful for thier perseverence! The Cult is honest to goodness great fucking rock. Thanks!