Slow Down

Allow without the need of iron hands 
  My head ejects the final memories 
  You ought to be announced in history 
  Mixdown, transport the light that indicates 

  Conduct, erase the years that have injured you 
  New cut, new start, the final court is near 
  You ought to be amazed and always here 
  Crackdown, resist the lightning within you 

  Confused without the use of any words 
  Make up, shut down the clearance to your head 
  You want to be a part of I and me 
  Lock down, close up the access to the rest 

  Take me home 
  The burden's taking way too much from 
  Years ago 
  Heading for a distant kind of 

  Take me home 
  A modern vision, timeless common 
  Years ago 
  Heading for a distant kind of