It's not about hiding my feelings,
I try to tell her,
Au contraire
I have no intention of relief
But to seek for a burning destruction;
What's there to be more alive
And consuming
Than fire itself?
Tiger, tiger
One might say
As my triangle finds it's peace
I try to keep up with the people
And realize
I'm not a person
Not a human being
I sew my throat
With nursed misfortune
Carrying myself
Through the drowning of my everydays
The moth cycle rewinds
I'm about to dry as a dying plant
I'm no plant either
Whatever happens it's about.
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