| I breathe in the fire of all my lost battles
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| I taste the blood, sweat, and broken will
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| I stare at all the days gone wrong and I forgive
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| I’ll carry my old self on these shoulders
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| I’ll march this crest all the way up again
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| To honor yesterday
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| To honor today
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| This dead weight won’t slow me down
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| When the storm will find its way to me
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| I’ll turn those tired bones into a funeral pyre
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| May the flames brighten days to come
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| Coming home to myself
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| I’ll let these burn marks be the map I’ll follow (Follow)
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| I’ll keep the snake as close as I can
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| I’ll push this pride as far as it can go
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| There’s a door
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| Hidden right between my wings
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| One step in drops down to solar plexus
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| Darkness over there is ancient
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| It echoes like that cavern of my fathers
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| I used to hide from myself in there
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| Now I let myself get lost
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| Stumbling like the blind
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| With my raw heart in one hand
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| And in the other, stardust dripping on my head
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| And in the other, stardust dripping on my head
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| The closer I get to midpoint
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| The further away I drift from this life
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| May the silver chord follow me like the shadow does
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| And get me back to the days I’ve left behind
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| One after the other
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| To learn from the forgotten
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| To sew new words on my skin
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| May my eyes carry some of that darkness in them
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| To blind myself from the norm
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| And then to find comfort in fear
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| Now reaching where I cannot see
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| There is an aisle
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| Exposed right between my eyes
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| I walk through to get to mother’s temple
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| Light over there is ancient
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| I bathe in it to gain my sight back
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| I look beyond my own mortality
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| To stare at the void inside of me
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| And shut it down for a breath
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| To live this moment as gently as I can
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| I’ll carry my old self on these shoulders
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| I’ll march this crest all the way up again
|
| To honor yesterday
|
| To honor today
|
| This dead weight won’t slow me down
|
| When the storm will find its way to me
|
| I’ll turn those tired bones into a funeral pyre
|
| May the flames brighten days to come
|
| Coming home to myself
|
| I’ll let these burn marks be the map I’ll follow (Follow)
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| I’ll keep the snake as close as I can
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| I’ll push this pride as far as it can go |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mastering Fire, artist - Howling Sycamore. Album song Seven Pathways to Annihilation, in the genre Прогрессив-метал