| Pick apart the order blind and the former stop
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| Pick apart the little lines and the borders drop
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| And that’s where I am traveling
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| To the edges like I’m Shackleton
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| Win hard, lose hard, but I don’t abandon ship
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| Throw the raft away
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| Let the roar take place
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| Understand that there is no safe
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| Just nets in the way trying to hold my shape
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| In my wake I want freedom, I want poetry, I want danger, I want sin
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| I’m a heretic, I am arrogant, I’m American, now let’s begin
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| In the core of the storm, when it rips up the floorboards
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| And it gets to your forlorn heart
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| Yeah we’re all war torn
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| But I go so lightly, lightly
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| And bottle that lightning that’s stored up inside me
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| To incite those like me
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| They’re looking for juice, I’m looking for pulp
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| They’re looking for a purpose, I’m looking for a pulse
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| Don’t gimme fiction, gimme fire, I won’t be pacified
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| You feel your chest drumming?
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| You feel them strings humming?
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| That’s blood. |
| Vibrate. |
| Vibrate
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| Have the miles tamed you? |
| I could change that
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| And we could argue about what constitutes insane
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| Who’s got the tooth and who is subdued but that is inane
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| We could run blame or we could be flame, I’ll leave it you
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| I’m taking the stairs, lames wait for the lift
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| I’m changing the shape, round off the square
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| Scared? |
| stand there and stare, or move
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| Throw em a rope, we’re leaving tonight
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| I cannot build in the sand
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| There are no lines
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| There are no maps
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| There is no plan
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| We might not make it but damn we’ll be gutty, and that’ll be something
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| I want freedom, I want poetry, I want danger, let’s get bloody
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| I’m bleaching the bones of each of these old ideas and ideals
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| And they’re welcome too but they’re busy cleaning the throne
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| For the same old same old, without backbone
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| I’m at the Sedlec catacombs thinking about permanence and ephemeral
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| Set it in let it go
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| I’m high concept and a few loose brush strokes
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| I’m light it up, I’m see what glows, and I’m fully woke
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| I dance like dice rolling
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| I’m out here tightroping
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| I leave that mic broken, your mind open, and that mold broke in two
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| Give me bold, give me brave, give me weak
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| Build it up, tear it down, take a piece
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| Make it loud, make it growl like a beast
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| I’m the fire in the belly
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| And it speaks like it’s wild
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| Like it’s now, like it’s free
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| Like it’s all that it is, like it’s me
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| Take the wind or the feet, take the win or defeat
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| Have the miles tamed you? |
| I can change that |