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I was born with fire in my eyes, a reflection of this burning world

My wrists are scarred by marks of the shackles

My mind not mine, my mind not mine

I was born with fire in my eyes

A reflection of this burning world

The veils over my eyes

I cannot see the world before me

Wrapped up in our own world

Life under the paper sky

So much goes unseen

Unseen

I broke away for a second and felt reality come crashing down on, down on me

A wave of consciousness over whelming me, a sea of thought now Parting, parting for me

Living in disharmony

This cursed choir

It’s so easy to be out of sync with the world

It’s so easy to drown in this sea of thought

Living in disharmony

I want to start again without the

I want to start again without the shackles of the modern age

I want

I want to pierce the sky

And let the rain pour down on me

I want to pierce the sky and wash myself clean

Without the shackles of the modern age