| I draw a circle on my chest
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| I raise my fists to the sun
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| And one at a time
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| I hammer them down
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| Like a mute drum
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| My body resonates feeble
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| While my heart keeps pumping pain all around
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| Skin turns into fire
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| Fire turns into night
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| Blood stains take the shape of a scorpio
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| I hit it whispering a child tune I used to sing
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| With bloody knuckles I disfigure my past
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| With tearing eyes I learn to see inward
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| Broken bones push out my skin
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| Like a warped flower about to bloom
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| I spit memories
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| I inhale answers
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| Broken bones push out my skin
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| Like a warped flower about to bloom
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| I spit memories
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| I inhale answers
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| A gold sphere escapes my stomach
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| It spins and levitates
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| Charged by my same frequency
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| Slow like a planet about to die
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| Rings of light surround my body
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| Blue flames build me my armour
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| Static noises scream like thunders
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| While my mass expands
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| In symbiotic exchange with the flowing energy
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| My chakras bleed out earth’s whispers and tears
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| Like a fountain draining subterranean rivers
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| I turn water into blood
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| And I squeeze blood into air
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| With the sphere now in my hands
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| I raise my head to the sky
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| Aiming at the moon
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| I throw my darkness into darkness
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| With all the strength my flesh holds in
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| Black regenerates into a white rainbow hitting my cranium
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| Salt rains on me
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| My wounds dance like boiling water
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| My heart loses the beat and collapses
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| Eyes close up
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| Silence spreads
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| The path to light has been opened once again. |