Our feathers sear through matter
Matters not when broken up like
Shards of glass hurled to the sun and
Melted down and becoming
That's when I shatter
We need to journey to the palace of the repetition
Our feathers sear through matter
Matters not when broken up like
Shards of glass hurled to the sun and
Melted down and becoming
That's when I shatter
We need to journey to the palace of the repetition