The Cycles of Circles

Born from the ashes and torn from the branches you are
Here under pressure and out of adventures I am
And I can’t wait for something different

You could take flight, take me up on the back of your wings
This crippling distance has blistered the soles of my feet
And I can’t wait for something different

Burdens poured on me
Like all the water from all the sea


The cycles, the circles they suck all the instinct from me
I roll up my sleeves to fight back, but I’d rather stay clean
And I can’t wait for something different

Burdens poured on me
Like all the water from all the sea


When I fall from the sky
I am just metal and wire
But the air in your bones lifts you higher and higher and higher

Now I am not saying that I am the dangerous type
Typing is dangerous when you only see black and white

Burdens poured on me
Like all the water from all the sea

Burdens poured on me
Like all the water from all the sea

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