My heart has weathered follies I may never understand And what of this perdition nearly ending what I can't To bare another season I will need to be assured That everything before this has been nothing but a blur My lips have tasted fire but my tongue is still in tact and I will let its fury run its course along my back With everything in motion there's a way for me to tell That I am coming out of some relentless little hell I'll dance myself in circles with the strength that has remained And slip into my skin as though I choose to live again Appearance has no value lest it channels what's inside and once the people see it they will open up their eyes