Nomad

[ Crisis ]

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Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in two
Spat forth into darkness and light, like the Birth from the womb

I live like this in stillborn life

I shed my skin and blood and vein
Still I couldn’t find my way home again

So climb inside and rot here for a while

Outside I can hear this dying world screaming
Displaced from my earthly home, like the corpse from the tomb

So climb inside and rot here for a while

This pain I own
A gift in return for a taking, a wounding, a breaking

This is our childhood’s end
Can’t remember when it all began
I want to burn the masters and the slaves
And those who pray that I’ll repent and be like them

A gift in return for a taking, a wounding, a breaking

This is our childhood’s end
Can’t remember when it all began
I want to burn the masters and the slaves
And those who pray that I’ll repent and be like them

I’m in exile

Eternally bleeding, but not broken
The price I pay for vision, I’m not broken
After all, what can one see with blind open eyes

I’m in exile
Eaten the dirt from my own grave
Chosen to be a certain slave
Now in this way I die
Yet I am more alive
Yet I am more alive
I’m in exile

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