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walking this earth as if i have before

traveling from shape to shape and name to name

my cosmic soul remains the same

but its' weight grows heavier in every home it makes

too old to survive the city...

if i don't escape it will drown me

modernity poisons every cell within me

existence has become toxic

my insides are rotten and roots are severed

hardly still connected to the ground

striving to protect the hanging threads of my salvation

my sanity questions me

but the will is made of iron

a shield against my weakness

when i'd rather expire...

shards of light reflecting strength into my soul

the ancient wind still blows above me...

hearing the lost sounds of dynasties in ruin

triumphant kings who have been forgotten

striving to protect the hanging threads of my salvation

my sanity questions me

but the will is made of iron

the ancient wind still blows above me

a shield against my weakness

when i'd rather expire...