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The gods that grow underneath my skin,

I will release them into the air we’re breathing.

I’m so sick of living in black and white.

Thaw out your blood that has frozen.

We’ll bring the flame, we will create.

Living in the artists eye;

cut off our tongues and we’ll be alright.

The words we speak are often meaningless.

I’m holding on to the lines that the ink has marked

from my heart to the outside,

a reminder that i’m still alive.

It was the purest reflection,

I am unbound from this world.

Carve it deep in the bone:

«I exist for this release alone».

With no reason not to devise,

how could you give it away?

your sentiment for a life long lie?

Self doubt can not justify your means

to escape a new reality.

We hold the keys to unlocking

the doors we’re seeking,

the revolution.

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