When I carve (...?) in my bones
(...?) rivers (...?) to dale to hide my thought
(...?) words strapped in my throat
the heart is a monster but the mind's beautiful
Cause when the sky is indigo
I am waiting for torse(?)
Rage to come I at you so(?)
Into my (...?) cause
I'm the writer of your ghost
Oh, oh
Woah, now i am rebels best
I am my (...?)
With noise, less protest
As pioneer I sketch this world
Exploiting crimson, ochre and bronze
I crawl(?) in your dreams of hope
I light them all up and continue alone
Cause when the sky is indigo
I am waiting for torse(?)
Rage to come I at you so(?)
Into my (...?) cause
I'm the writer of your ghost
Oh, oh
Woah, now i am rebels best
I am my (...?)
With noise, less protest
Cause when the sky is indigo
I am waiting for torse(?)
Rage to come I at you so(?)
Into my (...?) cause
I'm the writer of your ghost

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