Something in your cell structure compels me
The way your bones form around a soul
Your ribcage are prison bars-
Break free and form new shapes with me
Your long golden wings will carry you from fate
But this body is a prison
Escape. Soar over green seas and sleep in the silver valleys
Find comfort in the distance of stars and moons
A speck of dust in the desert wind
A cell filled with memories
Of driving a blue pontiac down the 107 in 1962
Spilling blood with Napoleon
It depends on your definition of "life"
It depends on chemical reactions
The fire of electrons
Do you believe a great devil or a great king one sculpted your form
And breathed life into your limbs
Firing you- the black arrow of fate- into the winter wind
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
Something in your cell structure compels me
The way your bones form around a soul
Your ribcage are prison bars-
Break free and form new shapes with me
Your long golden wings will carry you from fate
But this body is a prison
Escape. Soar over green seas and sleep in the silver valleys
Find comfort in the distance of stars and moons
A speck of dust in the desert wind
A cell filled with memories
Of driving a blue pontiac down the 107 in 1962
Spilling blood with Napoleon
It depends on your definition of "life"
It depends on chemical reactions
The fire of electrons
Do you believe a great devil or a great king one sculpted your form
And breathed life into your limbs
Firing you- the black arrow of fate- into the winter wind
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