A new chance to break the chains
Sink the ship in the soil
Speak the secrets
The right key for the wrong doors
You sold your dreams, that gold will rust
The handcuffs never loosened up
Every fist will open
Enslaved to none
it's all about to change
How's the air?
the parking lot?
You might have draw, but how's your heart?
Heat distortion, but you lock step and toppled the lighthouse
Every day is death.
Can't make you dance, but the scars we get make everything worth it.
Shrapnel in their lungs while their backs are crushed
You are under the last star of a lost constellation.
My old muses erode beneath my second skin
Shrapnel in their lungs while their backs are crushed.
Frozen waters and winters escape us.
The lights and promises separate our welfare.
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