| Metamorphosis; |
| what am I becoming
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| Liable; |
| or a victim of circumstance?
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| Bending disorder to appease my own defense
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| This bond could not be conceived without affection and faith to believe
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| It was all meant to endure the worst of things
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| Cast aside your doubts and destructive thoughts
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| I know that I can finally be enough
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| The signal fire is flickering
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| Breaths start to cease, and I wonder
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| If she calls my name out from the edge of the sea
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| Tones of crimson gleam to fill the space between
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| The animation in my arteries
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| Cruel impermanence; |
| the weight of the unknown
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| Has stricken me with a feeling of turbulence
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| Holding out for a softer consequence
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| Stand true; |
| we are absolute
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| Doubt breathes through blushing leaves
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| Eradicated with my will to be
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| Convoluted ideas and emotions
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| That make their home in me, weigh me down
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| They make their home in me
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| Drifting away into the comfort of false safety
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| The signal fire is flickering
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| Breaths start to cease, and I wonder
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| If she calls my name out from the edge of the sea
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| Move in sync with passage of light
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| Through my fingertips
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| Aligned on each notch of my spine
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| Where shivers won’t dare resist
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| The signal fire is flickering
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| Breaths start to cease, and I wonder
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| If she calls my name out from the edge of the sea |