A garment of praise for the spirit of heaven who saw me
I must rip out of the twines of the times that still bind me
Spend my whole life on trial
Trying to compare
To nothing there
Mmm I know your voice through the noise of a million doves crashing
I hear the words of the wings in the middles of thrashing
Up to the night
Ready to fight
For their repair
Lost and found in a feeling that I can't explain
It goes so deep that I wonder if it has a name
It's fearless and obsessed
And it's chasing me all the way around
Round
Lunatic a little pick of damage and fiesto
Oh I've been a prize of the lies of the world from the getgo
But you see past pretending
And you see nothing
That ever could scare you
I must rip out of the twines of the times that still bind me
Spend my whole life on trial
Trying to compare
To nothing there
Mmm I know your voice through the noise of a million doves crashing
I hear the words of the wings in the middles of thrashing
Up to the night
Ready to fight
For their repair
Lost and found in a feeling that I can't explain
It goes so deep that I wonder if it has a name
It's fearless and obsessed
And it's chasing me all the way around
Round
Lunatic a little pick of damage and fiesto
Oh I've been a prize of the lies of the world from the getgo
But you see past pretending
And you see nothing
That ever could scare you
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