I can't let it free, I can't let it free
The scream that it builds at my throat yet alive
I can't let them hear, I can't let them hear
The angels that rip me apart from inside
The devils above, The devils above
Pattern of scars from my own self-delusion
The wisdom I see, the wisdom I see
A map on the skin of my prophetic form
I follow it blind, I follow it blind
The path that I walk on has no company
The place not alive, the place not alive
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