The mud from which the earth was created,
The lies where it boiled,
The surface of the crater
Is no longer a matter of choice…
The rash made my skin start to melt,
Torn the muscle in my chest,
And the spider logged inside my brain,
Has started to grow a nest…
My heart belongs to dreams,
And to the one that makes me dream,
Within a blink of a blinded eye…
And as I take a step in a fake attempt to try,
It lasts so little before you start to burn,
And in this world when it’s time to survive,
It’s no man’s land, and everyman’s turn…
I hope, when I’m invincible,
That I don’t have a throne,
Because if I share it with anyone,
Will it stand on its own?
And if you call the stars,
And create a hole, so thin…
I’ll be able to breathe some fire,
So that I can fill it in…
Your whispers make me dream,
Until I can’t stand to dream,
And have a sleep so pure…
And as I take a step in a fake attempt to try,
It lasts so little before you start to burn,
And in this world when it’s time to survive,
It’s no man’s land, and everyman’s turn…
I jump to breathe,
I cut to bring it in,
Enslaved, suffering,
Breathing, again, and again…
And as I take a step in a fake attempt to try,
It lasts so little before you start to burn,
And in this world when it’s time to survive,
It’s no man’s land, and everyman’s turn…
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