| I shed off layers of self
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| One dark day at a time
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| I keep the pain that keeps me awake
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| I let go of all that I mirror out
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| There’s a lightning hidden in every teardrop
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| I aim to get hit by it
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| I want that charge right into my bones
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| And may the thunder after deafen my senses
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| While I’m lying down on this thought
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| Accepting it for what it is
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| One can only walk this illusion
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| For as long as the flame is lit
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| I’d rather split my eyelids open
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| And watch the snake crawling towards me
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| Let the cold blade be on my skin
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| I’ll make it burn
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| There are storms one should run away from
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| And there are storms one should make their own
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| I carry in my own destruction
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| I celebrate my own cacophony
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| I let it be as loud as the beast inside
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| May the roar wake me up every second that I live
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| I push my raw feet to keep on walking
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| May they bleed out ego at every step I take
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| May they bleed out ego at every step I take
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| I want to take it all in
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| The blood and the feathers
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| The agave and the salt
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| Departures and mournings
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| May the eastern wind open my eyes
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| And lift me up to face myself
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| To float again in this cage of bones
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| To feel like the aimless arrow does
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| To disappear into darkness
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| To reappear into light
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| And from the glare towards shadow again |