| Time has come, I know the walls around me, I’ve covered every inch
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| I know they’re calling to me. |
| I’m bleeding minutes, seconds, days into this
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| place
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| But time moves so slow, I work finger bone
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| The flesh no longer part of me: I must emerge
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| I am the son of centuries of self-serving, sickening scum
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| I can dig, and I can crawl away from this place of iron and stone
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| I can just walk away, and I’ll be free to go…
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| Heed the calling rain, to a place that I can call home
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| Bury me so I might grow
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| Feed me rain, and leave me alone
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| Bury me, and leave me alone
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| Feed me rain so I might grow
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| Knowledge through growth
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| My veins grow out into the Gaian essence which feeds all life
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| Grow into the essence which feeds all life
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| Isolation, paralysis: the state in which I spend eternity interned.
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| Eternity flows
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| Time moves slowly, work to emerge, fulfill my purpose within the natural world
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| Within this temple of dirt
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| But time is no more, where this seed is sewn
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| The flesh no longer part of me: I am alive
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| I’m the sum of a million years of life, light and love
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| Reaching once-dead arms to the all-giving sun above
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| Men of flesh and blood would call this gift a curse
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| But they don’t know my pain, I would gladly serve this time a million-fold
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| Bury me so I might grow
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| Feed me rain, and leave me alone
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| Bury me, and leave me alone
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| Feed me rain so I might grow |