Stories - Dreamwork | Текст песни

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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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