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Strange times, strange skies Can't you feel the earth turn? Listen, slowly and try I have touched to my lips The honey of my host I cannot return..

I have been touched by the fire Consumed entirely Spread like the ash Of his cigarette To the wind There is no other blaze Which has me weak..

Saint Peter Don't deny me now I have dragged this bag of bones From the depths of the sea Onwards to the towering hills Where light strikes like ..

Already I am so much like the hurricane Gale force winds come to blow your house down This vortex I have created extols you I have been feeding you..

Our fragile lungs and tiny hearts we do not treat well We are just careless grains of sand Tepid water flows through my veins I am not worthy of my..

How strange it is The change of seasons How effortless And right But I have tried Time and again To change It is not as simple As casting off ..

My rage knows not the limits of my flesh I will resist until my last breath I will fight until my last day I will be no man's doormat You'd have ..

Growing pains are not for the faint of heart I am birthing myself, my soul In a way my mother never could I am laboring For my own crowning I ..

You are coming to me while I dream like you belong there with words I can't repeat for fear they'll lose their magic The quiet sparkle of the n..

What a song we can sing when we lift our voices You will still have circles underneath your eyes even if you sleep all the time I am on track..