| Song | By No Means |
| Artist | Lindsey Stirling |
| Album | By No Means |
| Would you prefer me philosophical or preferably versatile | |
| or the deprived of the gospel, metaphors compiled | |
| now that my body is use to this adjustment | |
| that’s tearing away at my physique | |
| consider of an inconceivable substance | |
| got this disturbing uncertainty, that I’m being escorted to a dance by impurity | |
| maybe if you had the audacity to conduct casual fatality | |
| or even a damp in my anatomy | |
| consider this supremacy of my identity an ultimatum | |
| implicate, sustain, sophistication | |
| for me to recuperate the ink that I’ve wasted on you | |
| that even the sun was left saturated | |
| you describe me as abstain, probably to you I’m but a strange | |
| restrained by the smoke ventilating through his own chambers | |
| reconcile your paranoia, develop into a spec of knowledge | |
| devious to break bonds to my quantum of solace | |
| underneath the darken sun | |
| is what I’m going to save you from | |
| what you may not see, that I’m no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| no greater force than the force of a man determined to rise | |
| looking above him you practically see the sky’s in his eyes | |
| and I’m, by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| what I know for certain that I’m on the verge of going into deep | |
| going at it psychologically stripping the layers of my entity | |
| to see just how poetic | |
| from the scraps and remains, developed into a structured method | |
| how is that my sanity is barely left intact | |
| redirect what’s going at my intellect | |
| though I have kissed lips defiled by liquor | |
| was benevolently sinister, for me god had formulated an elixir | |
| cause I got such a burning devotion, whenever constructing a sentence | |
| but you see me as someone who has yet to defy the laws of physics | |
| rare form, wings spreaded | |
| god save me from this asylum, but taking me out of this element | |
| would you prefer me philosophical or preferably versatile | |
| or the deprived of the gospel, metaphors compiled | |
| maybe a mere mortal with acapella analogies | |
| but you have yet to leave me because of my mortality | |
| underneath the darken sun | |
| is what I’m going to save you from | |
| what you may not see, that I’m no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| no greater force than the force of a man determined to rise | |
| looking above him you practically see the sky’s in his eyes | |
| and I’m, by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious |
| Would you prefer me philosophical or preferably versatile | |
| or the deprived of the gospel, metaphors compiled | |
| now that my body is use to this adjustment | |
| that' s tearing away at my physique | |
| consider of an inconceivable substance | |
| got this disturbing uncertainty, that I' m being escorted to a dance by impurity | |
| maybe if you had the audacity to conduct casual fatality | |
| or even a damp in my anatomy | |
| consider this supremacy of my identity an ultimatum | |
| implicate, sustain, sophistication | |
| for me to recuperate the ink that I' ve wasted on you | |
| that even the sun was left saturated | |
| you describe me as abstain, probably to you I' m but a strange | |
| restrained by the smoke ventilating through his own chambers | |
| reconcile your paranoia, develop into a spec of knowledge | |
| devious to break bonds to my quantum of solace | |
| underneath the darken sun | |
| is what I' m going to save you from | |
| what you may not see, that I' m no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| no greater force than the force of a man determined to rise | |
| looking above him you practically see the sky' s in his eyes | |
| and I' m, by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| what I know for certain that I' m on the verge of going into deep | |
| going at it psychologically stripping the layers of my entity | |
| to see just how poetic | |
| from the scraps and remains, developed into a structured method | |
| how is that my sanity is barely left intact | |
| redirect what' s going at my intellect | |
| though I have kissed lips defiled by liquor | |
| was benevolently sinister, for me god had formulated an elixir | |
| cause I got such a burning devotion, whenever constructing a sentence | |
| but you see me as someone who has yet to defy the laws of physics | |
| rare form, wings spreaded | |
| god save me from this asylum, but taking me out of this element | |
| would you prefer me philosophical or preferably versatile | |
| or the deprived of the gospel, metaphors compiled | |
| maybe a mere mortal with acapella analogies | |
| but you have yet to leave me because of my mortality | |
| underneath the darken sun | |
| is what I' m going to save you from | |
| what you may not see, that I' m no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| no greater force than the force of a man determined to rise | |
| looking above him you practically see the sky' s in his eyes | |
| and I' m, by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious | |
| by by no means impervious, by by no means impervious |